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For the past two weeks Noah had been alternating between Hywel and Un Chat Gris. He hadn't wanted to go anywhere else, hadn't been able to muster the energy to visit anyone, to do...much of anything. He had no appetite, but it didn't matter, he didn't need to eat. What he didn't understand was why he was still so depressed; he made a choice because he thought it was what he needed, but maybe he was wrong. He kept rolling it over in his mind, again and again, wondering if all he'd done was made a terrible mistake.

He liked the cats at the café, they were a comfort. He'd let Prunam stay with Krem and he missed them both. For now, his shift was over, but he didn't leave just yet. Instead, he gathered a few cats and snuggled with them in one of the corner chairs, petting them until he could feel their rumbling purrs against his chest.

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The concept of the cat cafe intrigued him. The only cat Matthew had really ever known was Maruman, who would walk over Blacklands before he allowed the indignity of Matthew cuddling him while he drank tea. With Elspeth, maybe, he might have allowed it, but certainly no one else.

The animals in the Beforetime intrigue him though. He's been thoroughly enjoying his work at the stables, getting to know the horses despite the lack of fingerspeech. These horses can't understand him like the ones at Obernewtyn could, but he thinks he's beginning to form a bond with them, regardless.

He'd overheard a couple of women talking about the cafe a week or so back, and he's passing by when he spots the place and figures it can't hurt to go and have a look.

Which is how he finds himself standing in the middle of Un Chat Gris, cats crawling around his ankles, not entirely sure what he's supposed to do with them.

Beth hasn't really seen much of Noah since her show at the bar, so she's gone out today specifically to look for him. The cat café had seemed like the best place to check, since he worked there, and she has fond memories of taking Daryl there once, how happy he'd looked being surrounded by all those cats.

As soon as she walks in, she sees Noah in one of the corner chairs. There's a cat immediately winding its way around her ankles and she pauses to scoop it up in her arms, stroking its soft head as she walks over to where Noah is sitting and then sinks down into one of the chairs beside him.

"Hi," she says, settling the cat in her lap and then putting her bag down by her feet. "I haven't seen you in awhile."

Rapunzel adores the cat cafe. It's such a novel idea. Any place that she can get hot chocolate and also pet a cat is good in her book. She comes inside with Pascal, immediately looking around to see which kitties are available for petting, but then she spots Noah. She hasn't seen him in awhile and she makes her way over, frowning in concern when she sees how down he looks.

"Hello Noah," she says, leaning over to give him a kiss on the cheek. Pascal jumps over onto Noah's shoulder, nuzzling his jaw. Rapunzel sits down on the arm of the chair and pets the cat in Noah's lap. "Is everything okay?"

It's a cat cafe.

Noah's said several times the he words at a cat cafe. The name suggests it. However, even as Peter is pushing his way through the front door, he's astounded to be in what can only be described as a cat cafe. Huh.

Noah is in the far corner, covered in cats. He looks miserable, which is not a shade Peter is used to seeing Noah wear.

"Hey," Peter says softly by way of announcing himself. "I got your text. Are you alright?" He went to pull up a chair, but there was a cat flicking its tail at Peter. He has no idea what that means, so he decides to just stand.

Kieren's not sure when the last time he'd seen Noah had been and that's a bit of a warning flag, seeing as he likes the boy and he's pretty much the best friend he's got outside of Beth and Sirius. He tries a few of the usual haunts, but it takes until the cat cafe before he finds him. He stands a little awkwardly at the front door, seeing as some of the cats don't really like the smell of him, but eventually nudges his way inside.

"You know, I didn't even like cats that much when I was alive, but this reaction is a bit much," he jokes, sitting down across from him.

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