Whoops. There's something to talk about with Molly once they can talk again: not stepping all over folk, even if they've sort of invited you to. When Gabriel gives her a put-upon look, she thumps the ground sheepishly with her tail.
He yawns, and Daine suspects they really ought to leave him alone, now, if he's tired. So why is she so reluctant to leave? She feels like she owes him - that's part of it, though it could just as easily mean she owes him some privacy, so it's no excuse.
What if Romac finds him while he's sleeping? It might not be likely, but the idea is alarming enough that she can't shake it. If he's going to go dozing off where anyone could see him, then someone ought to keep an eye on him, right? To make sure he's okay?
Anyway, it's not as if he can't just shoo them away if they're so bothersome. He could have set Molly down, but he didn't. Maybe he'd like some company.
Daine glances around for passers-by, waiting for a moment when no one's watching her. As soon as the chance presents itself, she shifts, taking cat shape. That's a bit better - she wasn't cold in her dog shape by any means, but now she has thicker fur. She steps daintily over to Sarge, who sniffs her over with a slightly puzzled air. He's probably wondering why anyone would give up a perfectly good dog shape to be a cat.
He gets his answer when Daine leaps up onto the bench, quelling the enthusiastic greeting Molly would give her with a stern look. There's enough space for her to sit without having to resort to climbing on top of Gabriel, elsewise she wouldn't be up here at all. A cat's innate dignity will only get her so far, and she's not out to embarrass herself; she's just being friendly. Curling her tail around her forepaws, she blinks down at Gabriel, waiting to see how he'll respond.
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He yawns, and Daine suspects they really ought to leave him alone, now, if he's tired. So why is she so reluctant to leave? She feels like she owes him - that's part of it, though it could just as easily mean she owes him some privacy, so it's no excuse.
What if Romac finds him while he's sleeping? It might not be likely, but the idea is alarming enough that she can't shake it. If he's going to go dozing off where anyone could see him, then someone ought to keep an eye on him, right? To make sure he's okay?
Anyway, it's not as if he can't just shoo them away if they're so bothersome. He could have set Molly down, but he didn't. Maybe he'd like some company.
Daine glances around for passers-by, waiting for a moment when no one's watching her. As soon as the chance presents itself, she shifts, taking cat shape. That's a bit better - she wasn't cold in her dog shape by any means, but now she has thicker fur. She steps daintily over to Sarge, who sniffs her over with a slightly puzzled air. He's probably wondering why anyone would give up a perfectly good dog shape to be a cat.
He gets his answer when Daine leaps up onto the bench, quelling the enthusiastic greeting Molly would give her with a stern look. There's enough space for her to sit without having to resort to climbing on top of Gabriel, elsewise she wouldn't be up here at all. A cat's innate dignity will only get her so far, and she's not out to embarrass herself; she's just being friendly. Curling her tail around her forepaws, she blinks down at Gabriel, waiting to see how he'll respond.