[Well, what's a man like James to do other than to watch? As the other gives him no real response, working on his own to take the excess kittens and return to the cabinet — opening it up, and shuffling the ones (and the ones that would try to escape anew) back inside.
He still isn't sure how this solves the problem, but then the stranger presses his hand to the wooden surface and does something he can't hope to recognize. The air feels energized, but he doesn't know what this means, much less entails.
And then... no more mewling.]
Wait.
[Sir??? Hello??? James watches as Barnabas returns to the knife.]
What did you do?
[A quick, quizzical glance at the closed cupboard.]
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He still isn't sure how this solves the problem, but then the stranger presses his hand to the wooden surface and does something he can't hope to recognize. The air feels energized, but he doesn't know what this means, much less entails.
And then... no more mewling.]
Wait.
[Sir??? Hello??? James watches as Barnabas returns to the knife.]
What did you do?
[A quick, quizzical glance at the closed cupboard.]