[He liked this kid. A lot. Shelley, ignoring the orange kitten crawling up onto his head, reached into the pantry in search of something to add to the chaos. A satisfied grin slowly grew on his face when his fingers brushed cold metal.]
Oh... gotcha.
[He pulled out--
A tin of sardines.]
It's not catnip, but this'll do nicely. Don't you think so?
[With callused but steady fingers, he cracked the tin open and without warning hurled it at the nearest companion bot.]
no subject
Oh... gotcha.
[He pulled out--
A tin of sardines.]
It's not catnip, but this'll do nicely. Don't you think so?
[With callused but steady fingers, he cracked the tin open and without warning hurled it at the nearest companion bot.]