Date: 2016-06-09 05:08 pm (UTC)
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Blue wishes, sometimes, that her cares were like Copper's. One of the cats at the cafe, Bay's(-now-Noah's) rats. Food, affection. And maybe they are.

She snaps to Copper, quietly, and wiggles her fingers as the dog, now looking a little shamefaced, comes over, tail thumping everyone in her way.

"Let's get it out of the way," she agrees, frustrated, if not surprised, with Ronan being on the defensive at everything. Like this is anyone's fault.
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