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[noblerise]

If contacting his personal number or via Libra:

"You have reached Jusis Albarea. I'm busy. Leave a message."

If contacting his work number:

"You have reached the office of Jusis Albarea, Esquire. I'm not available at this time, so please leave your name, number, and a brief message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Thank you."

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Comments

[themogget]

[Trustworthy to the end. If he could smile he would, but things being as they are he starts purring instead. There's a long silence from him in which the pulsing vibration of his vocal cords only increases in volume, before he finally comments on it.]

... That's involuntary.

[Augh.]

Don't over-explain it. Tell him I'm a stray you felt sorry for if it's easier. Fugo has enough to deal with.

[noblerise]

[It takes immense willpower to not laugh and definitely NOT pet the cat. Thank god for his experience as a lawyer.]

Of course.

[Still, Jusis nods at that.]

Agreed. The stray story would be more believable, and it'd allow me to install a cat door. Is there any food you have a preference for?

[He doesn't want to assume that he should get some kind of cat food if Yrael doesn't want that indignity.]

[themogget]

[A few people who did not know that the cat was not a cat... have already pet the cat. Yrael would hate to admit that he actually enjoys the sensation, but it does seem that he took on more traits of this form than simply the shape of it... and being scratched behind the ears is very nice.

But he's still very much human in his head, and lets out an irritated little grunt at the questions.]

You don't have to feed me. This entire ordeal is enough of an indignity as it is.

[iamnotacat.gif]

All I can hope right now is that I'll be able to figure out how to turn back...

[noblerise]

[Yrael's not a cat and yet he's very much a cat.]

No, but as I'm going to be essentially hosting you, I thought it couldn't hurt to offer.

[Jusis is definitely being reminded of Celine as he keeps talking to him. He never thought his past life would've also had talking cat shenanigans, but here he is.]

Let me know if there's anything I can do to help you with that. Though, unfortunately, it's entirely possible that there's nothing I can really do.

[themogget]

[A lot of his human traits translate very well into being a cat and he's not talking about it. Jusis has, unfortunately, known him more than long enough to be able to tell.]

Well, if you're going to insist.

[He does catch the idea that he's probably going to end up living here and he doesn't find that... entirely objectionable. It would probably start to get quite difficult to look after himself like this.]

Cooked chicken or fish is fine, but if you try to feed me anything out of a can with a cat on the label I am going to start leaving dead birds on your bed.

[noblerise]

[That gets a rare chuckle from Jusis.]

Honestly, I'd expect no less. I'll make sure you at least have chicken or fish.

[Maybe duck for special occasions. As a treat.]

[themogget]

... Thank you.

[It's embarrassing. Humiliating, actually. If someone he could actually trust wasn't here then who knows what he might have done. At least like this he can have some sense of security.]

If you hear anything about what can be done about... this, I assume you won't hesitate in letting me know.

[noblerise]

You assume correctly.

[He's awkward and troubled, not heartless, after all.]

[themogget]

I thought as much.

[Yrael sighs, and his ears pin back against the top of his head for a moment. This whole experience has been utterly exhausting and he's still unsure about whether or not he should tell HQ about it or not... but for now he would really much rather just keep it to himself.

But now that he has somewhere relatively safe to go to, it does feel like a large burden has been lifted.]

Would you mind if I got some sleep? I've barely had a wink of it since I got here.

[noblerise]

No, not at all. Make yourself at home.

[Jusis, not exactly thinking about it as anything more than a gesture of comfort, briefly pets Yrael's head. He then stands up and stretches for a moment.]

Feel free to use the couch or armchair. And you're free to stay as long as you wish.

[themogget]

[He sees the hand coming, and although his ears pin back and he does seem to retract his head into his shoulders in that typical, amusing way that cats do, he doesn't move away any further than that. After the pet he sits there in stunned stillness for a moment, then grunts and shakes himself off.]

Mmph. Thanks.

[And he chooses the armchair, sauntering over to it and jumping up onto the cushions. A few minutes later Jusis will be able to hear the sound of little cat snores.]