[vi purrs, resting but not quite sleeping, and though she doesn't open her eyes, one ear tilts at the question of friends. she understands. and there's not much comfort she can offer as a cat, other than what she's doing. so she remains still.
and then jinx says that. it's the way she says it, so casually, as if mylo is still here, as if he's saying not. not that's what mylo said, but that's what mylo says. try as she might, she cannot stop her fur from poofing, her tail suddenly more raccoon than cat even though she's tucked it mostly under - there's a pouf of fur right above her butt that would give it away if seen.
and then jinx quotes him, mocks him. it's word for word something he would say, something he'd said.
oh, her little cat heart just stills - it's as if someone's squeezing it, and though she pretends to be asleep, puffed fur and all, she lets out a sad little mrow and burrows closer to her sister, stretching out her head to nuzzle, eyes closed. it's all she can do.]
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and then jinx says that. it's the way she says it, so casually, as if mylo is still here, as if he's saying not. not that's what mylo said, but that's what mylo says. try as she might, she cannot stop her fur from poofing, her tail suddenly more raccoon than cat even though she's tucked it mostly under - there's a pouf of fur right above her butt that would give it away if seen.
and then jinx quotes him, mocks him. it's word for word something he would say, something he'd said.
oh, her little cat heart just stills - it's as if someone's squeezing it, and though she pretends to be asleep, puffed fur and all, she lets out a sad little mrow and burrows closer to her sister, stretching out her head to nuzzle, eyes closed. it's all she can do.]