video ● fourteenth reflection

[straying]

Quick word of advice: be careful! No, I mean it. I don't want to hear any of that tough guy [her voice drops an octave as she imitates some gruff bravado] 'I've got it covered' or something silly like 'You're overreacting!' [she snickers] Better safe than sorry, ladies and gents.

Oh! But that's not what I wanted to take care of here. I thought it'd be about time I took care of this so... [A soft mew comes from somewhere offscreen and Saya laughs. Then standing up from the couch and when she sits back down, she has this cutie in her lap.] Say hi!

[Saya seems to be amused as she gently takes one of the kitten's paws in hand and waves towards the camera of the SFC.]

Motz, Vatheon. Vatheon, meet [INHALE] Matthew Obi Train Zen. Or Motz for short! Don't let the names fool you, she's much better behaved than any of them.

[Sticking her tongue out playfully- obviously directed at the aforementioned dudes. Snickering a bit, she seems quite content.]

So if you drop by the apartment, don't be surprised to see her. Or maybe come by with the intention of seeing her- she's a good girl, promise! Though I'm not about to say no to any help taking care of her, either. Shirayuki's got my back, but I've never had a pet before... [A thoughtful pause and tilt of her head, was there anything else...]

Hm, I guess I should wrap this up now. [Sobering up a bit, she smiles again.] Everyone, make sure you take care. I could name a few people that I'm especially concerned about, but... you know who you are. Call me if any problems arise. See you all later.

[a salute and the feed ends with a click!]

[OOC: For redcloakedthief countrybeloved ninjaservant sweepered, feel free to tag in with action! But know that when you do, Saya and Shirayuki will tag you back seperately. o/]

Comments

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

It means that I know you better than to think that you're a sweet little angel.

[sweepered.livejournal.com]

I bet the cat's worse! You just don't know it yet.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

Worse than my other favorite cat? Chances are slim.

[sweepered.livejournal.com]

Yeah? All cats have secrets, you know.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

Then I hope that the extent of Motz's secrets is how many treats she stashes away before dinner.

[sweepered.livejournal.com]

You never know! Cats are pretty sneaky like that.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

What on earth could you possibly accuse Motz of?

[Holding up Motz- HOW CAN YOU SUSPECT THIS FACE, TRAIN]

[sweepered.livejournal.com]

[VERY EASILY.]

First appearances are deceiving, you know! Weren't you the one who said I didn't look much like the Black Cat anymore?

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

That means absolutely nothing! This is a kitten, Train.

[sweepered.livejournal.com]

Kitten, cat, same thing!

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

Hardly!

[sweepered.livejournal.com]

How are they not the same?

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

Age? Experience? Just to name a few key things.

[sweepered.livejournal.com]

The kitten's gonna turn into a cat one day, you know. Then what?

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

Then you can teach the kitten better than to keep big secrets.

[sweepered.livejournal.com]

Hey, everyone's entitled to a couple of secrets.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

... Train, Motz is a cat. A kitten. I'm fine if she hides things but not if she conspires to kill me another time in cold blood- and I highly doubt the latter will happen.

[sweepered.livejournal.com]

Yeah, but...!

[....

....

....]

... What was my original point?

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

I'm not about to help you out.

[sweepered.livejournal.com]

Then give me a few moments.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

But that's too kind!

[CLICK!

:3]

[sweepered.livejournal.com]

[... Oh screw you.

....

Some time later, she may hear a key being turned in the door. :|]

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[She loves you too-

but apparently not enough to keep from pretending to be asleep on the couch.]

[sweepered.livejournal.com]

[Tough luck. He pulls off that trick himself all the time, so he knows what it looks like.

WALKING OVER TO THE COUCH NOW.]

... Saya, I know you're faking it.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[Thwapping him with the pillow she was using. :T]

What, you can't take a hint?