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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.
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 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.
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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."
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"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?"
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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.
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"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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