for it. which yes, it did help, but it still tasted bad!
"and, um, do you have any cream? for teekl." normal cats aren't really supposed to drink milk, but teekl is far from normal.
โ he pulls up a chair for himself, and then another for teekl should she so need it. his familiar is wholly dry, except her face, which drips rainwater on the floor.
she always has to see what's going on, so even in the pouring rain she had her head poked out of his collar +
cool stuff that goes on at night. he also doesn't exactly *need* to sleep, though he allows himself a twelve-hour daytime rest here and there.
"what kind of tea is it?" hopefully not something icky. one time he had an awful flu and june had him down some stinky herbal paste +
but it's just him and his cat even on the best of days.
he sneezes. the rain certainly didn't help matters.
"you don't mind, right? of course you don't." he wouldn't care even if jason said he *did* mind, really.
โ as far as he's concerned, every house is his house. especially uncle jason's. walls are nothing to a person like him. mere inconveniences at most.
"oh!" he grins from his perch atop the refrigerator. teekl is in his lap, purring up a storm, but her eyes shoot open +
dreadfully long. i thought i'd take a sojourn at yours."
really just an excuse. more likely he was bored, lonely, hungry or all three at once. he does live in a very empty house, after all, and while moone has begged him to stay at hers, sometimes he likes the privacy. +