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Room 314, Monday afternoon
Oct. 18th, 2021 06:21 pmSomeone (Five, of course it was Five) had seen fit to turn into a cat. Right in the middle of an argument discussion about mathematical concepts that had somehow continued from the museum in Boston.
That was why Belle had been followed into her room by an adorable, if extremely judgey looking, tuxedo cat with little white socks on his feet who was growling. An adorable, judgey, and growly cat.
"If you'd stop flitting about the dormitory and hold still perhaps I could find you some food," Belle told him sternly. "But if you insist on disappearing how am I meant to feed you?"
An adorable, judgey, growly, and teleporting cat. Just what Belle and the island needed!
"And be nice to Jo," she added. "This is her room too."
She did not have high hopes for niceness. The angry yowl she got in response was not at all reassuring.
[Mostly establishy for shamelessly modded Five achieving his final form of an actual feral cat but could be open!]
That was why Belle had been followed into her room by an adorable, if extremely judgey looking, tuxedo cat with little white socks on his feet who was growling. An adorable, judgey, and growly cat.
"If you'd stop flitting about the dormitory and hold still perhaps I could find you some food," Belle told him sternly. "But if you insist on disappearing how am I meant to feed you?"
An adorable, judgey, growly, and teleporting cat. Just what Belle and the island needed!
"And be nice to Jo," she added. "This is her room too."
She did not have high hopes for niceness. The angry yowl she got in response was not at all reassuring.
[Mostly establishy for shamelessly modded Five achieving his final form of an actual feral cat but could be open!]
