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Everything But the Monkey - Thursday evening - 7/30

Fiona held the door for her roommate as they stepped into the pet store, the whole thing a very new experience for her in quite a few ways. They hadn't had a pet store in Del Sombre, for one, and if they had she had a very good idea that her mother wouldn't have let her and her brother within a 100 yards of it.

[for one! or if anyone wanted the pet store for anything, obviously ^_^]

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Tara seemed to be in a good mood when they got to the pet store, though she was concerned about her utter failure at research that day.

But that was overridden when she walked into the store. Because: KITTEN.

"So should we look for the stuff first and then the kitten, or kitten and then stuff?" she asked.

"Kitten and then stuff," Fiona said matter-of-factly, "since we shouldn't get the stuff until we know what kind of kitten you're getting. What would look nice."

"And how big it is," Tara added, agreeing. She watched for Fiona to follow as she made a beeline to the wall of cages and promptly began addressing the cats in baby talk. (Yes, all of them. She wasn't selective just yet.)

"So cute!"

Fiona followed, of course, and started looking through the kittens. There was one in the back that looked particularly displeased with the universe.

"...that one looks like my dad's cat, kind of."

Tara laughed. "Is that good or bad?"

Her eyes were drawn to a cage of tiny orange striped kittens. "Oh my god, those are so small."

"I don't know. He usually uses the verb 'savage' when he describes his cat."

But the kitten's pissy expression was almost too cute for trying too hard.

When Tara started looking at the little creamsicle-colored cats, Fiona had to agree. You could tell because of the oooooo.

" 'Savage' sounds kind of -"

Whatever Tara was going to say, it was cut off by squeaky noises as one of the kittens unfolded itself from his siblings, streeeeeeeeethced, and ambled over to sniff at the bars of the cage and Tara's finger. She petted the damp nose.

"He's making friends," she said, awed.

"Amberflaxus isn't exactly sweet. But he likes you," she commented thoughtfully as she hunched down to get a better look at the kitten.

"Though he could be a she. Cats are difficult to identify in that sense."

Tara privately thought part of Amberflaxus' problem might have been that he was named Amberflaxus. But then, he was owned by the devil.

"He or she," she said. "I just would r-rather be wrong than say 'it.' "

She glanced around for the shopkeeper. "I think I need to hold him."

Fiona found the man and pointed to the appropriate kitten.

"She wants to hold that one," she said.

She did, and she smiled gratefully as the man settled the kitten in her arms. "You are just the sweetest baby, yes you are," she told it, and other such nauseating things.

The cat looked rather bemused, pleased to find a person it could so easily wrap around its smallest claw, and deigned to purr.

"This one is mine," Tara said to Fiona. She didn't take her eyes off the kitten.

Fiona couldn't help the soft laugh as she watched Tara with the kitten, and she turned to look and see, well... maybe one of them would like her. She reached a hand against the grating, curious.

"She's very pretty," Fiona said as she watched the kittens.

"You think he's a she, huh?" Tara asked softly.

She and the kitten were still bonding, and she plopped down at the end of the aisle to play with it a little more as Fiona kept watching the cats. "I bet our room's big enough for two."

She blushed a little before turning back to the grating where a little grey (http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2062/2151262717_782b6158a5.jpg?v=0) cat eyed her finger warily. There was more eyeballing, a definite skepticism... at which point the little creature purred like a motorboat before rubbing up against her finger.

"What do you think of, um, her?"

"Cute," Tara said. "Do you think she'll get along with LaBelle here?"

She was testing the name. Marmalade, Lady Marmalade, Patti LaBelle ... it probably wouldn't stick, to judge from how she wrinkled her nose.

She held up a finger and found another attendant, who pulled the kitten out of the box for her. Cuddled up against her chest, the little gray ball of fur gave a tiny little meow before nuzzling to her hand. She walked closer to Tara to see if she had any reaction to possibly-LaBelle.

The little gray kitten peered at the marmalade kitten, then looked up as if to say 'yes, it's a ball of fluff, mommy, what do you want?"

The little orange kitten was giving the little gray kitten, and then Tara, exactly the same kind of look, with an added overtone of, 'hey, didn't you steal the squeaky mouse last week?'.

"T-totally best friends." Tara tried to sound confident. "I think we have pets, Fiona."

She'd bounce when she was no longer holding a kitten, who would not be named LaBelle.

... maybe Mr. Moxy?

Fiona actually giggled, just a little.

"I think they'll be okay. We'll just have to get them lots of toys."

She ducked down and kissed the top of her kitten's little head, considering names for a boy and a girl.

Maybe this was silly. Maybe she just needed one bright spot of happiness when everything else was kind of sucking, but the purring was really really soothing.

"Can we hold them while we pick out toys and food?" she asked the pet store employee. She got a nod, at which point she tipped her head towards the food isle.

Tara followed, scratching maybe-Mr. Moxy under the chin with a fingertip. He snuggled into her, butting his chin against her palm.

Tara could always use unconditional love. Cats, or at least kittens, were good for that.

It was entirely possible they would have the most spoiled cats in the dorms.

[OOC: Annnnnnnd FTB because OMGBDE?]

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