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Souji, of course. I gave him a temporary key; we were going to go over his newest Persona together, and I didn't want him stranded outside my apartment if I got caught up in something.

Are you quite sure that means contentment? It keeps staring up at me with as much distrust in its expression as I feel towards it, which may have something to do with the fact I shouted at it when I first saw it.

(Don't scold; you'd shout too if you went into your bedroom and saw that staring out at you).

Good god, Ardyn, I don't even like cats.

Another one? And just how do you plan on "going over" it with him?

[Maybe he needs to text Souji about this later.]

It's similar to kneading, which does indeed imply some form of contentment. Just look at him. Her? [Let's not call it "it" any more.]

I don't see distrust in its eyes. Are you sure you're not just projecting? (And no, I wouldn't shout. I'd probably laugh.) What's wrong with cats, Rosalind?

Well, verbally, to begin with, hence the apartment. He was going to get tea, too, though fat chance of that now.

It's a him, yes. As yet unnamed. And there's nothing wrong with cats, I simply don't like them. I don't like any pets; I never had any growing up (besides a stupid horse, and that wasn't even really a pet) and I don't do well with anything dependent on me.

Souji was only trying to show gratitude, I'm certain of it. And a lack of tea is how you repay him?

And I'm sure you'll grow fond of him; cats are independent creatures, and he likely won't require as much attention as you think.

We should think of a name right now.

[THIS TURNED INTO "WE".]

What will it be?

Why is this suddenly a committee decision? I don't even know if I'm going to keep it.

Because I enjoy naming things. And why not? Don't make the decision so hastily without getting to know Nameless Cat first.

It's so wrinkled. And apparently it can't even keep itself warm, I'd have to buy it a bloody sweater.

[GOD, ARDYN. Look at what she has to deal with.]

Uncooked Chicken rather has a nice ring to it.

He needs you to keep him warm, Rosalind. You must cuddle with him at night in order to do so. Doesn't that sound appealing?

You're not naming him Uncooked Chicken. He isn't an ingredient to throw into a stew.

He can have a sweater. I'm not giving up my current cuddling partner for a oh my god he's just started yelling at me

i thought they were supposed to meow? it's YELLING ardyn

[Oh my god.

Sorry, but he's laughing.]

Try feeding him? I'd yell, too, if my loving human was content with letting me starve to death.

feed him WHAT, i don't have any cat food, i don't even like the stupid things

[But no, she's not stupid, just crabby. Soon enough Uncooked Chicken has been brought to the kitchen and is chowing down on his temporary namesake, still half-huddled beneath the blanket.]

That was nothing close to the noise a cat is supposed to make.

It's the noise a sphynx is supposed to make.

Would you like for me to bring you some cat food for the time being?

I would be obliged, yes, thank you. The sooner the better, he's eating my dinner right now.

I'll be over soon. I expect for you to have settled on at least a few options for a proper name by then.

[FAST FORWARD A LITTLE BIT LATER and Ardyn will be appearing at her door. He has a plastic bag in one hand, which has cans of cat food in it as promised. He may or may not have a few other things in his car, but... well, he can mention all the other cat items he's brought after she warms up to the poor little guy. Or at least until after she feeds him first.]

This should do for a few days.

Thank you.

[She sighs as she sets the food on the counter. The cat is still sitting in the middle of the kitchen-- presumably, anyway. There's a blanket with a suspicious lump beneath it, and Rosalind is taking care not to step too near it.]

Your nephew informs me his name is Kawaii-san, though I'm not entirely sold on it.

Kawaii-san. [He grins at the name as she follows her in.] Yes, that sounds like something he would name a feline.

[That lump on the floor-- well, of course Ardyn moves towards it and crouches down, lifting the blanket up to peer at her new friend. His grin softens somewhat, his weakness for animals beginning to show.]

Well, hello there. [And then looking at Rosalind again.] You should give him a name that you feel is suitable. But not Uncooked Chicken.

You're very bossy when it comes to cats.

[But she crouches down next to him, looking at her newest charge.

Kawaii-san (or Uncooked Chicken if you're nasty) peers blearily up at them both. It's been a long day. There's been a lot of screaming, both from Rosalind and him. He's cold and he's still hungry and this man, at least, seems affectionate. But nor is he willing to leave the blanket, so out comes a paw, clawing gently at Ardyn in a clear bid for attention.]

He has webbed toes.

[That's neither positive nor negative. Just an observation.]

If you're going to be like that about his name, the least you could do is offer a suggestion or three. Grell already offered Theodore. Kit is still frightened from the way Kawaii-san yelled, but I assume he'll come up with something clever, he names all his gadgets anyway.

Edited 2017-09-15 17:51 (UTC)

[Ardyn reaches out with a hand, letting Kawaii-san gently claw at an extended finger. He meets the bottom of his paw just behind the claws, so that he doesn't feel the sting of their sharpness, like only a cat owner would do.]

My own cats are named after characters in mythology or fiction. Theming is important.

[Not that he expects for Rosalind to pick up another cat any time soon.]

Why don't you name him after a favored scientist of yours?

I don't know that I have a favored male scientist, frankly . . . I suppose there's Kinsey.

[Finally someone who knows what they're doing. Kawaii-san sighs and worms his way forward, butting his head against Ardyn's finger.]

You've got Erebus, I know that. What are the other two named?

[Now he'll be petting Kawaii-san on the head, scratching gently behind his ears.]

Morla, named after the giant turtle in The Neverending Story. Always speaking in the "royal we". [A hum of amusement.] The other is named Rochester, from Jane Eyre. A moody man of dark secrets, but a romantic at heart.

[If this doesn't reveal a lot about who Ardyn is, I just don't know what to tell you.]

[what a goddamn nerd]

I see.

[You know who didn't need Rochester explained? This gal. They're both pathetic, this is the worst.]

And if you were to take this one on? I suppose Mr. Darcy would be about as well-fitting as Kawaii-san.

[pathetic wow how rude

But he looks up at her, grinning wide.]

I think he'd make a fine Mr. Darcy. Or Fitzwilliam, if you wanted to be less formal about it.

[nerd.........]

There's a reason no one ever refers to him as Fitzwilliam, Ardyn.

[She has Opinions about romance novels. I mean, she has Opinions on everything, frankly, but romance novels are pretty high up there.

Rosalind glances down speculatively at the cat again.]

You need to stop your nephew from doing this.

That's not true. I'm more than certain that his parents referred to him as Fitzwilliam.

[Ha.]

Stop him from doing what?

Forcing random cats on people!

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