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[The journal turns on with a little crash, revealing... the ceiling. Yes, very exciting.]

Stop knocking things over!

[A small, furry black face saunters over to the journal, sniffing curiously. It meows. And then, turning, flops over right on top of it, covering the camera.]

Hey, cat, get off that, it's not your damn bed.

[A small trill, and the fuzzy thing rolls over, revealing a mildly irritated redhead.]

...What the hell? You actually turned it on? Hey, dreck, the cat's from the Dawn Age.

[His tone is even mildly amused for that one. He brushes the kitten off the journal, picking it up and half-closing it. Before it shuts, he reconsiders, then grabs the pen and scribbles out a note.]

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I need to talk to you.

[There, that's good enough. Back to the whiny, needy little monstrosity who has moved on to making his own water dish into a cat bath. Surprise! Luke brought home a kitten for his very disgruntled original. What a wise decision this was, eh.]

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[Just a few hours before that, Luke had taken a break from camping to finally pick up the kitten from a very disgruntled McCoy. He grew to like a dark male one in particular, and though cute animals aren't his thing, he was a little wary about putting it in a carrier.

As he walks to the apartment, he's starting to think he should've left it in the carrier. It's hard to carry the excited kitten in one arm and supplies in the other. A litter box with a bag of litter inside it, a food and water bowl, a potential collar, a few toys, cat food, a brush for its scruffy fur... Luke was pretty much prepared.

To get a better grip on everything he's carrying, he allows the kitten to climb up his arm and ride on his shoulders and hair, though he winces and complains about the claws that dig in. Jeez, why'd the thing have to have claws... If it was up to Luke, he'd name it Claws. But it wasn't up to Luke.

This was for Asch, after all. And... okay, maybe he was liking the kitten a little. But it still wasn't his.

Once he reaches the apartment, Luke shifts everything in his arms and manages to unlock the door, though just as he ducks his head to put the key away, the kitten overbalances and digs his claws into his scalp - ]

Owww ow ow you stupid thing!

[He drops the litter box and litter to lift the kitten away from his head and GLARE at it. Not that the kitten really cares, as he waves his tiny paws at the replica's nose. With a sigh, Luke puts the kitten back on his shoulder before he opens the door and - carefully this time - bends to pick up the supplies and head inside.]

Hey, Asch? I brought something home.

[Asch is reading that Dawn Age textbook he's been picking away at for the past several months- the one that is both textually and literally headache-inducing to all who try to read it. There's notes scattered all over the place, his journal somewhere in the middle. He'd heard Luke in the hallway, so when Luke enters, Asch is already looking his way.]

What are you-

[And there he cuts himself off, because there's something fuzzy and wriggling on Luke's shoulder.]

...What did you do?

I told you, I brought something home. [Luke shrugs one shoulder, making the kitten that's balancing on it glance down at his shoulder briefly before looking around curiously again.] A cat. I got it for you!

[The look on Asch's face is telling him that maybe this wasn't the brightest idea, but he still chances a smile and walks closer to him, so that he can meet the kitten. Maybe he'll warm up to it and agree to keep him!]

[And no surprise, but Asch's response is the most deadpan of deadpan expressions to ever deadpan at someone.]

Why the hell would you think that I'd want a cat?

[They already have a pet that regularly lights things on fire. Why would adding something alive and covered in fur to the cheagle's target list be a good idea?]

[Luke sets down the litter supplies to push his hand into his hair, both to nurse the spot where the kitten dragged his claws along and to indulge in his awkward, nervous habit. The smile falls away, though his expression isn't unpleasant.]

Cheagles are annoying. Cats leave you alone a lot... I thought you might like it. [From all that he's heard about cats, it seemed like the perfect pet for Asch, anyway.]

What about all that noise you were making in the hallway?

[He heard that "ow ow you stupid thing", oh yes he did. And he's vaguely intrigued.

He's also eyeing the cat, as if he's not sure what to make of it yet.]

[... Now his expression is unpleasant, as his eyes narrow a little. The kitten is squirming on Luke's shoulder, as if he wants to leap off and into the daring unknown of the apartment.]

... It clawed me. But that was my fault. [Except it totally wasn't his fault in Luke's eyes, but he's trying to push for approval of the kitten here!]

[At that, Asch reaches up to grab the kitten by the scruff of the neck, pulling it closer to get a better look at it. The kitten wriggles a bit at first, meowing, then settles, probably used to being carried like that by its mother. It continues to look around curiously, though, appearing as innocent as a baby animal can look.

But it clawed the replica.

....Heh. It clawed the replica. That's awesome.]

Of course it was your fault. You were probably scaring it.

All I did was move my head... [Now that the kitten is off of his shoulders, Luke sets the rest of the supplies down, though he still keeps his hand in his hair. It's nothing like getting clawed by a wolf in battle when you're not careful enough, but this is his scalp. Clawing right there hurt.

...

Asch probably thinks it's the most hilarious thing, huh? It makes Luke give him a suspicious glare and bring his hand back to his side, but nothing more.]

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[Yeah, he's not even going to hide his amusement now. He can totally get behind a cat that abuses his replica. He sets the kitten down on his lap experimentally, leaning back and giving its fur a little scratch.

...God it's tiny.]

Guess it's too late to take it back now.

[Luke glances off to the side awkwardly, with a tiny bit of sadness. Did Asch really want to take it back?] Yeah, I promised to take it...

[But then he looks back at Asch and... sees that he's actually petting the kitten a little. And once he really goes over what he says...]

... Wait, so you like him?

...He's alright. [A boy, huh? No wonder he's friendly. There were stray cats in Daath in the area he lived - after Van let him out of the basement, anyway - so cats weren't really new to him. He'd just... never owned a pet before, really. Star wasn't his, after all.

It's a weird feeling, being responsible for another life. Like having a kid, only less long-term. Though that does make him consider one thing-]

You still should've said something first. What happens if we get sent home? Or kidnapped? Or it gets hurt in some experiment? This isn't a home, replica.

[And left unspoken is his biggest concern: what if they die? Because he knows that his own death is only a matter of time.]

[That just makes Luke purse his lips and look down at the floor, one fist raised just slightly. Luke's always had that problem... Not speaking up about these things first. That's why... Akzeriuth -

This isn't like that, though. He shuts his eyes briefly before he lets out a sigh.]

... You're right. I'm sorry. But if something happens to us, I know people who'll want to take care of them. [The kitten and Star, that is. And he at least knows Xion wouldn't mind. She likes things like that.]

[Asch looks down as the kitten hops off his lap to go explore the apartment, then finally shrugs it off, setting aside his book to stand and follow it. No peeing on the bed, brat. (Plus there's always Star to worry about.)]

Whatever, just don't bring anything else back here. The apartment's already crowded enough with you here.

[Sure hope Luke wasn't expecting a thank you for this |D]

[Luke watches as Asch passes with a narrowed gaze and his hands on his hips. Oi. B|]

I don't make it that crowded. [Jeez, Asch, you make it sound like you don't want him here.]

[Whine whine whine, that's all he hears.]

Like I said- crowded enough.

[The kitten is poking around in the kitchen by now, sniffing everything he can reach.]

[Rrrgh. Why is he living with you again?

Luke lets the annoyance stew in him briefly before he follows Asch into the kitchen, and he stands by the doorway to watch the kitten explore. He doesn't look impressed or enamored, but he's not irritated, either.]

So what're you going to name him?

[He often wonders that very same thing. He bends down a bit when the kitten curiously approaches him once more, his expression rather unimpressed when it starts climbing his pant leg. Tenacious little bastard, that's for sure.

And then it starts whining at him. Loudly. Rather pathetically, at that. Remember how Asch wasn't irritated? He's starting to look it now.]

What about "annoying noisy beast"?

[See, that? That makes his lips quirk up in a half smile of amusement. He really is a tenacious little bastard.]

No, that's too long. Maybe he's hungry or something... [Which prompts him to go get the cat food he was left with.]

He's whiny. Reminds me of someone.

[NOOOOOT SPECIFYING, NO SIR. He just goes about trying to extract the cat from his pants. ...Harder than it looks.]

[Of course, when Asch says that, he really only means one person. Luke shoots an exasperated glare behind him as he takes one of the cans of food, then brings his attention to it to figure out how much the cat would need.]

Loud, too. Reminds me of someone.

Can't think of anyone like that. [Yeah he sees what you did there. IGNORING YOU, kitten is clinging. Though Tsuae will detach pretty damn fast as soon as that food is open to pester Luke instead.] Is there a reason why you picked the one that never stops crying?

[And the cat pretty much leaps onto Luke's leg to climb it a little, which makes Luke himself scowl and shake his leg. But nope. Tenacious little bastard indeed.]

He wasn't this damn noisy when I got him! [But whatever, he'll just start putting the food into the bowl and try to ignore the tiny claws digging into his leg.]

[Asch is quiet for a moment, watching the antics of the two and - just for that moment, while Luke has his back turned - allows his amusement to cross his expression. The kitten is annoying, yes, but he's annoying Luke right now.

This is acceptable behaviour.]

...Tsuae.

Huh? Tsuae?

[Luke turns his head to ask that question, one foot on the ground and the other held out to the side, where the kitten stares up at him and meows at him. After that brief look, he manages to get half the can into the bowl and lower it to the floor, where the cat immediately drops to and begins to eat, finally quiet.]

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