Atlas Gym - Wednesday

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Beka'd stopped by T&C to buy some fresh fruit as class had given her a craving for it. She settled behind the desk, using her belt knife to cut up the orange when Pounce jumped on her lap, settling down.

"Where did you come from?" she asked the cat, unable to reach down and pet him as her fingers were sticky now.

Those cabins are much too noisy to get some decent sleep, Pounce complained. Do you have something for me to eat?

"No, I'd not known you'd be here," she reminded the cat. He sniffed and curled up, his nose hidden under his tail.

When Beka'd finished eating, Pounce was purring happily. "I need to get up and work," she told him, poking his shoulder. The cat purred louder and refused to move. Beka frowned at him. "That'll not work," she objected.

Strange how she wasn't getting up.

[OCD couldn't make it.]