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It's a slow day at Un Chat Gris. School's started back up and it's overcast, it's been raining on and off all afternoon. Noah's supposed to be studying, but he's restless and he can't seem to concentrate, reading the same paragraphs over and over. Since he's the only one here at the moment and there's nothing left to do for the cafe, he's taken it upon himself to comb all the long hair cats and decorate their ruffs with little ribbons. George Pernard Shaw wanted nothing to do with his adorable purple ribbons, but Abraham Slinkin is all about the attention, lounging on his back and purring while Noah clips in the bows.

The bell over the door rings while Noah is combing out a particularly nasty snarl, so he doesn't look up, but says in a welcoming voice, "Hi, welcome to Un Chat Gris!"

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"I haven't been here in months, it feels like," Dorian said smoothly -- despite the fact that Noah might be irked with him as well -- and swept across the room to him.

He gave Noah a strange smile.

"Biffy took the cat when he left. Could we have a chat?"

Noah finally does look up from Slinkin, surprised to see Dorian here, even more surprised when he brings up Biffy so casually. Noah heard about how Dorian and Biffy broke up from Blue, but he doesn't know any real details, hasn't heard about it from any of the three people involved.

He blinks, nods. "Sure, but we don't adopt out the cats here. I volunteer at the shelter once a week, there's lots of cats to adopt there that I can help you with," he says, setting down the comb and motioning to a nearby table to sit down at.