misterblackbird | Entry 500; Day 898

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[The image snaps out of oblivion and darkness, but there's not much to see: just light and shadow, alternating, a little darkness, a little light, things too near to the lens to really make sense, possibly a passing shirt collar, an ear going by, the same glimpses repeating a few times. And while there isn't much to see, but there's a lot to hear: more shuffling, ruffling, sliding, moving sounds than one might know what to do with. It's as though someone has the camera very near to his face, but is moving all the while, and doing...something.

Perhaps this video is entirely accidental. Yes, yes it must be. After all, when that left ear goes past again (after the whole of the left side of the face), one can see that it is wearing a small jet earring. For those who know it, it may be quite recognizable. After all, Cain wears such an earring. And, given these brief glimpses, it seems the person (one must assume it to be a person) in such close quarters with the Network device has the same dark hair and pale skin that Cain does. And he isn't inclined to make accidental video posts (or video posts at all). Certainly not doing anything quite like this...

Yes, it's most certainly Cain, as can be seen when he pulls back from the Network device fully to regard it a moment, blinking green-gold-green cat-like eyes at it. He considers the device carefully for a little while...only to lean back in to it again and--what is he doing? From what one can see from the camera's view, it seems that he's rubbing the sides of his face, his jaw, and his temples all along the corners and edges of the Network device. Over and over and over again. And looking (as best one can see) quite content as he does this.

And this continues for no little while until, as accidentally as the recording was begun in the first place, it is ended: he, very fortunately, managed to hit the "end" button in all of this. And, with that, the video drops away into darkness again with a snap--]
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[ooc: Cat-like typing detec--wait a minute D: Suddenly! An inversion! The Network device is Cain's and no one else's and he's going to make sure of that. By rubbing his face all over it. Obviously. (Ever had a cat do this to your computer?) I feel quite certain he will have done this to Riff and Merry and everything that he regards as "his" all day... I really hope he hasn't been licking Kassandra and Noir. I really, truly do...]

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[She occupies herself a minute with adjusting her skirt before finally settling in and risking a glance toward the occupants of the bed.]

I'm glad to hear it. People on the Network have been...rather odd, today.

[Still settled quite happily there with the other(?) cats...]

Haven't they though? It must be a curse. That's all I can imagine it to be.

Yes, I quite think it must be. We all seem to be fine at the Warehouse, fortunately, and I don't think I'm cursed today, either. Which is something of a relief, really.

That is quite a relief--both for you and for everyone else in the Warehouse.

[He slides himself out of the pile of cats, drops to the floor, and saunters over to the chair where Rosella sits--on two feet, mercifully, and not on all fours. But he does drape himself on the chair a bit, sliding down to sit, yes, on the floor beside it...]

[That certainly gets her attention--and though she doesn't precisely move away, she does shift in place, angling to face him with a surprised look on her face. That saunter is...is very much a saunter, all right. And a very enthralling one at that.]

And you're...managing here, just the same.

[As, briefly, the thought of petting him flits through her mind. And is promptly and firmly banished a moment later.]

As best I can, as ever.

[He tips his head aaaaaaall the way back to look at her (upside down) through half-open eyes.]

[Her reaction to this is best summed up as follows: ! ]

What are you--goodness, you're going to hurt yourself, stop that...

[And she proceeds to make the fatal error of reaching for him to gently try and return his head to an upright position.]

[Rosella, I'm sorry to say, but Cain is now going to try and rub his head all over your hand--gently, and cat-like in his movements. Bytm well, you are his, after all.]

[Oh.

Well.

...She's just frozen a moment, processing this, and in her hesitation she doesn't actually pull away, which in turn lets him do as he pleases.]

[Oh, good. He's going to persist at it, rubbing his head and his face all up on your hand, thank you very much. Happy Cain is happy.]

[ooc: I have nfi what that typo is there. I think my finger slipped twice. Should be "But, well..."]

[The one saving grace of this moment is that she's lost count of the number of times she's encountered him as an actual cat, so the behavior itself doesn't come as a great surprise. It's more just that he's currently suffering from a distinct lack of fur and ears, and there is an earl rubbing his face all over her hand.

More out of instinct than anything else, she draws her hand just a bit out of the way, enough to get it behind his ear for a light scratch. It's still rather awkward, but at least it's far less so than the alternative.]

[When he comes to his senses, the irony of it all will be quite clear and embarrassing for him. But, for now, it really is quite nice to have someone scratching behind his ears--especially someone who now smells of him and therefore quite clearly belongs to him. Splendid. As it should be.]

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