Ragna the Bloodedge (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
centralfiction) wrote2023-10-05 10:41 pm
centralfiction) wrote2023-10-05 10:41 pm
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Ugh, what is it?
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Ugh, what is it?
Perm AC
Ugh, what is it?
Perm AC
Ugh, what is it?
Perm AC
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Are you sure? I'd rather not bother you. I'm not saying no but I'm not used to sleeping with a roommate.
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[And he sends over an address in the nice enough apartment complex when you don't take the bunch of weirdos into account but you know. That's Kaisou.]
Follow the cats.
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Let me in, my hands are full and my dog's excited to meet you.
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Get off of the shelf, damn you! See, look what you did! OW-! Get off of me you stupid fat cat, you're fucking heavy!! No, I DON'T want an egg!
[... Hell of a fun house he's got, clearly. There's one last comment of "don't be assholes or you're not getting treats" before the door finally opened.
Ragna looked a bit different today. In that on his face there were dark colored scales and he had the cropped ears of a Spitz breed dog as white as his hair. Not to mention a long tail that looked as canine as it did draconic.]
C'mon. The less questions you ask, the better. [Did he mean about the Purugly and Blissey in his house, the cats outside of the window, the cat towers and toys or his new ears and tail? Yes.
He'll at least take some of Jon's stuff from his hands.]
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I'll ask them later. [Just making his way inside. In his carrier, Grumkin the Yorkshire terrier peers out at his new home and barks inquisitively. To Jon, he hears, Cats! Lotta cats! Can I chase them?] Absolutely no chasing the cats. Behave, Grumkin, or no treats. [To the cats:] If you lot do as Ragna says I'll start getting you treats as well.
[It helps to resort to rank bribery of pets, he's found, when you're walking into someone's home for the first time.]
I like your place, Niisan. It's very...cute. [On account of all the cats and the cat toys and the cat towers.] I never took you or Kuni for a cat person.
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[Said very unaware that Johan was actually talking to the animals here. For all Ragna knew, he was just doing casual pet talk. Abububu and all that. As he walked in, though, Ragna couldn't help the smile he had as he ruffled his little brother's hair.
As many conflicting emotions he had about this situation, as much guilt as he had. Johan was here and alive. Despite everything.
Even though there would be... a lot of painful information to relay. On both ends, no doubt.]
Pfft. Are you kidding me? Kuni's practically a cat himself, always fucking has been.
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[That is a completely normal thing to say to your brother who you've only just reconnected with. Yep. He's nailing this family reunion thing.]
You're not wrong, he'd have been less surprising. Didn't know you were fonder, though, that's a lot of them. [Stepping over to one of the cats and holding out a hand.] Hi. Will you mind if I pet you?
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What a silly little guy Johan has become and so Niisan is gonna make a little funny joke out of it, hee hee.
Towards the comment of the cats, Ragna just waved his right hand dismissively.]
The goddamn things kept following me here. I don't even leave food out [yes he does] but they keep flocking here, it's a pain. By the way, don't ever go to that local Goodwill. Just don't, you'll thank me later.
[The Stars Will Find Him Anyway, Ragnothy. The little kitty Jon held a hand out towards will sniff if curiously. A lil snfsnfsnfsnf from an orange cat with a little brown nose and snaggle tooth.
"You don't smell like the nice man... but you also do smell like the nice man!" Was what was determined before bumping its head into Jon's hand. "Pets! Give me pets."]
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[It's not quite warging, something Jon Winterson now recognizes was Jon Snow's own little ability, but it does mean he knows exactly what the little snaggle-toothed cat is saying. He smiles and obliges, giving it pets.]
You're certain? Only this little one says you're a nice man, and in my experience, they generally call their favorites that. And there's really only one way to become their favorite. [Feed them.]
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You're not fucking with me, are you.
[A statement, not a question. Damn you feline freeloaders for selling him out!!!
As if sensing that thought, the dumb little kitty follows up while purring: "The nice man always leaves kibble behind the stairs! It's so yummy!!"]
I don't have any idea what you're talking about. [He does.]
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[Johan and Saya did so love to mess with their older brother for kicks sometimes. Jon is still fond enough of those memories that he's idly wondering about the kind of pranks he might set up for Ragna to fall for, but this is not one of them.
He chuckles a little.] Oh? He leaves kibble for you? Well, no wonder you all quite like him. Tell you a secret? [Leaning down to stage-whisper to the cat, loud enough for Ragna to hear:] If you look at him and make a sad enough noise, he may even let you have a treat. I'd know, I'm his brother.
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Don't encourage them, dammit!