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[crassidy]

"Probably out gettin' shit faced! I'll get back to yez."

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[hampire]

Hmph. You're one to talk. At least my fur is clean.

[Shut up and be cute with him, will you?]

[crassidy]

Maybe I just need a good groomin'. Not used to being able to lick me own bollocks.

[He's still cradling his drinks as he stretches out an arm and paws for Eccarius. Gotta pet the kitty, even when the same size and euqally fluffy.]

[hampire]

[Eccarius in turn will just start washing the raccoon, because he's helpful like that.]

[crassidy]

[Now that's a new experience, but also kinda cute.]

Ah, christ, now you're getting your spit all over me.

[Not that he's resisting, in fact he's just kneading his spindly little fingers against the kitty. Sure is soothing to an animal around to pet, definitely calms his nerves some at least, even with anxiety still balled in his chest.]

So...

... We good?

[hampire]

Cats are the epitome of cleanliness, I'll have you know. You should feel privileged.

[Cass gets a wash, Eccarius gets a massage. Ahhhh.]

Yes, we're good. I might even lick your bollocks for you.

[crassidy]

[Eccarius gets the most lazy of massages, even as Cass still tries to balance his people sized drink on his furry belly.]

Oh, a real romantic there, heh.

[A little varmint sniff.]

It's good to be talkin', like. Bollocks or not.