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[fleahopping]

@mostlydying.

[fleahopping]

( from here. )



Just don't get complacent, that's all I'm saying.

[mostlydying]

I'm never complacent. Besides, isn't that being rude about 17 year olds? Though you're not wrong

[fleahopping]

You have no idea how many deaths I see that could have been prevented if teenagers had a fully developed brain.
I'm allowed my prejudice, I have to pick up the pieces.

[mostlydying]

I suppose you're right, if common sense was free. And I guess you can't get a new job, huh

[fleahopping]

No, the next couple of centuries, you people are stuck with me.

[mostlydying]

oh joy. an adorable ball of fluffy death

[fleahopping]

What would you rather it be, a man with a scythe? He was such a killjoy.

[mostlydying]

it doesn't really matter to me who it is. I'll die either way

[fleahopping]

That's the right kind of attitude, though. Resignation means less of a struggle.

[mostlydying]

are you supposed to be encouraging these kinds of thoughts? it's not like you're getting paid to do what you do

[fleahopping]

True.
But I do get beat up sometimes by people who don't want to go, so I need to take preventive measures.

[mostlydying]

they beat you up? aren't they on the verge of death? what are the preventive measures.

[fleahopping]

Their spirits can be pretty strong, even in death.
However, ensuring a good atmosphere helps. Being cute does, too.

[mostlydying]

what if they're allergic to cats? or hate them? you're screwed, then

[fleahopping]

I don't shed, so even allergy sufferers have no excuse. I guess, people who hate cats will just have to deal with me the way I apparently have to deal with them.

[mostlydying]

the pay you get should be equal to all this trouble. logically. The world doesn't work that way, though. what if they're afraid of cats?

@morghon.

[fleahopping]

( from here. )



We know.
The Great After's got a file as long as a day on the matter.

[morghon]

And I suppose that information is classified?

[fleahopping]

Not even I get to read it. I just receive highlights from my secretary.
Highlights and names and places.

[morghon]

So it remains a mystery still.

[ He sighs. He'd been hoping someone could tell him something, anything. ]

Looks like you'll be stuck with me for a while yet.

[fleahopping]

I don't mind.
Although you're a pain to track down, you're well-behaved when I do find you.

[morghon]

So you'd rather I stay in one place, so that you can find me whenever you have to?

[ Or want to. ]

[fleahopping]

That would actually be very nice!

@lafiglia

[fleahopping]

( from here. )



I've seen this happen too many times already. 17 year olds will break your heart or crack open your skull.
I don't know whether you have a preference.

[lafiglia]

You're being very grim. Romeo will do neither. We love each other.

Do you even know what love is?

[fleahopping]

Human's have a different definition of the concept than cats do.
I've seen human love, I've lived with many humans. That doesn't mean I understand it.

[lafiglia]

Human love is wonderful, intoxicating and all-consuming.

Some people love their pets more than other people, however.

[fleahopping]

We do appreciate when that happens. Although, I don't know a single animal that wouldn't rather be fed than consumed.

[lafiglia]

[She has to laugh at that.]

Oh do tell me, Cat of Death, what would you like to be fed the most. Mayhaps mice and milk?

[fleahopping]

No milk! Cats are lactose-intolerant, we can't actually digest the stuff. Seeing people run around and catching mice for us would be a lot more entertaining.

[lafiglia]

[Juliet hasn't heard that word before, lacto-something. Maybe it doesn't exist in her time. But she does understand Flea's meaning; that milk is not for cats. ]

Yes, that would be funny to watch but I wouldn't want to be the one running.

I think Milk would be a good name for you because you're pure white. Whoever named you Flea?

[outofgalway]

[cont.]

When Flea arrives back where they were, Colin isn't anywhere in sight. He does arrive a little while later, though, carrying a dead prairie dog, and smiles when he spots her.

"Hey. You were fast." He has no idea if she can respond in human language, and doesn't really expect it. Shame that Night Hunter isn't around, he could translate for them... well. In a pinch they can always get their phones back out. "I'll have to dress and cook this first, since you wanted cooked, I hope the wait is okay." Not like she has another choice, really.

[fleahopping]

Cats are fortunately patient creatures, used to stalking elusive mice and shy birds for hours, so she doesn't mind the wait. Instead she sits down on her bum and starts cleaning up, tail, back, paws. He arrives to the sight of her contorted as she tries to reach her stomach. Once he's there, she quickly changes into something more dignified, looking up at him. She has spoken human since she became a reaper, she understands him perfectly.

"Well, I suppose as long as you entertain me in the meanwhile." He gets the equivalent of a feline smirk, because she fully expects that he can talk and dress his kill and cook it, too, at the same time. Then, a bit more softly, she says: "Any after-effects of your little incident last night?"

[outofgalway]

At least she wasn't licking her butt when he arrived. It could always be less dignified. Not that it would have bothered him. It's a cat thing.

"Not much, no. Except for this." He taps an angry, ragged scar that runs over the side of his neck and vanishes under his collar. It looks worse under the fabric, but he's not the kind of person who would run around shirtless to show it off. Or who has the money to get a new shirt that at least shows off a bit more of it.

He's still not fully recovered, that aside, but... that's just how life goes. It will pass with time. Ignore and move on. Even if he's still shaken from the experience. There's no point in dwelling on it.