[ they hold out their lighter for her if she needs a light. as they do so, the cat just kind of lifts its head to sleepily look at baiken and hops off the couch on the other side to go and just
[ she accepts the offer - boy does that make things easier - and reclines back onto the couch as she inhales. she watches idly as son does son things. ]
[ it is really just a cat prowling in close. he is well-fed and sleek, and just kind of leans in the way cats do to sniff sniff sniff. probably leaning back then because smoky. ]
[ sorry kitto, but baiken isn't going to stop just because you're curious. she eyes him idly, as she doesn't get much time up close and personal with animals. ]
[ thebe's gotten used to knowing that the fore golf joke is just totally lost on many people on board this ship. that's okay. they just ponder the next question a moment. ]
Yeah, I've got one. But I have to go by just my callsign for a little longer...
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It's nice when it's quiet, I'll give you that.
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Good place to think too much, good place to not think at all.
Sometimes I don't know which I'd prefer.
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she's in no hurry to break the silence. ]
Thinkin' too much doesn't do any good.
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strut right across hers. unafraid. what's up? ]
Son, don't be too nosy...
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What're you, a bakeneko?
[ probably just a cat, but, you never know. ]
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He's my cat. From home.
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And you named him Son? Or is that a callsign too.
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Yeah.
... His real name's Fore.
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...You got a name, or is it some company secret?
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Yeah, I've got one. But I have to go by just my callsign for a little longer...
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Don't want to make the Company upset.