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[diastereomer]

The current influx of, ah, individuals- while not necessarily unusual, is still considered a deviation from status quo, yes? 

[ Muttering about time and the coinciding of the start of the month with this sudden influx-- there is a pause as he considers whether he really wants to make this a public announcement or if he wants to wander The City by himself.

Why not make use of the hundreds of eyes at his disposal? ]

I assume that everyone has their hands full, so I will make this brief. If anyone happens to spy a chubby grey tabby with yellow eyes, or an all white cat with green eyes, would you please contact me?

Much appreciated.



[ ooc: anything goes! Yusuf is cool to just talk about cats tbh ]

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[ There's a gentleman. Rhada will surely thank you later- even if it is only in forgiving you for housing something that rivals her cuteness. (Yusuf's words, not hers- of course.)

By the time Eames hobbles his way into the kitchen, Yusuf has already opened the can and put it on a plate on the counter. It doesn't occur to him until Eames leans his weight on the counter than perhaps letting Rhada eat on the counter is taking his squatters rights a little too far. ] It was strangest thing. I made that post to the network, not thinking anyone would really respond- and there she was, not a few minutes later.

Should I..? [ Yusuf mimes putting the plate on the floor. ]

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[ Eames only waves a hand; Yusuf can keep her up there just fine, he's hardly offended by a cat eating on a countertop. He's shared his own food with Rhada before, anyhow, during moments when Yusuf was far too caught up with his experiments to feed them - so perhaps Eames is just a culprit to the cat's roundness as Yusuf's affection. ]

Perhaps she's peculiarly good timing.

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[ Running a hand lightly down her spine, Rhads's trilling mrrrk? the only evidence that she can comprehend a world outside of her face in the tuna, Yusuf looks to Eames. He wouldn't say he's worried, per say, but he's got a hand on Rhada like he's not about to entertain thoughts of her disappearing again. ]

She does have an unparalleled sense of who around her is most likely to feed her. Though I am... concerned that her presence may be temporary.

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I don't want to say it's not plausible.

[ Considering that would be a lie to Eames' best judgement, considering these weekends - but he's not seen an animal come along, neither, before this. He uses his cane to drag over one of the chairs by the leg, easing himself down, eye level now with Rhada and, consequently, Yusuf's elbow with the way Eames naturally slouches to the point of hunching. ]

Never know, though.