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[ Ugh. His jeans are going to be sullied in fur. ]

[ He doesn't boot away the dawdling cat. Instead he sighs, his expression too subtle to be called annoyed. Forking a few wedges of dark meat into a small plate, he slips it under the table, scrupulously avoiding treating Carla too much like a human being, but also perhaps to soften the blow of her inevitable loss. ]

[ Beware, the morsels are spicy. And he's not sharing his water. ]

[hissingfit]

[ Kitty delight. She noms with relish before returning to her spot right up against his feet, purring contentedly. ]

[mortemscintilla]

[ To his credit, there's only the slightest twitch of an eyebrow, there then gone again. One free snack, and it's like they're BFFs. Clingy really is a new look in the City. But he can't wear it as well as the others. ]

[ His fork doesn't clink against the plate; he eats neatly and steadily, until the rice is gone, his mind fastened on the tasks ahead. Only then does he rise, sudden enough to send the cat tumbling off. Rude, but hey. So was intruding on his nice solitary meal. ]

[ Bye, kitty. Stay away from car hoods etc. ]