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Keep talking like that and they're never gonna leave you alone.

[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.

Well, they are good company. Plenty of interesting conversation with cats.

[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?

What, did you learn to speak cat or something? [He says, as a joke. A riff. A gag. A funny little side comment. Tee hee and Hah Hah.

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."]

I can speak cat. And dog, and plenty of other animals.

[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.]

...

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.]

If I were fucking with you, it would be a little more elaborate than that.

[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.

["!!! Really?!" Meow-WOW says the kitty! Not that it needed to meow-wow considering Ragna could HEAR HIS BROTHER.]

Don't encourage them, dammit!

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