[Simon sputters. How dare this cat call him out? The cat is lucky it's so dang cute.]
Alright, okay. You're right, don't get a big head about it, Your Majesty.
[Does then carefully nudge the cat to move off his lap, but does not shoo him off the couch.]
Let me go grab my stuff and you can help me study.
[Which Simon does, getting his laptop and a couple books and the like. Returning to the couch he gets everything all set up, before sitting beside the cat again. Absently he reaches over to pet him, the cat's presense warm and soothing.]
... so what do I call basically a god that doesn't poop?
A Cat King, like I said. It's what I am as well as a title. But if you're asking about a name, I don't have one anymore.
[ The information falls out of him easily, all that worry about divulging too much soothed by the fact that Simon is, unavoidably, a good person. He's content at the idea of sitting here with him for the rest of the evening, eating whatever he's bought for him, maybe even hopping up onto his bed to commandeer one of his pillows to sleep on if he feels strong enough to do it.
Or he could let him lift him, he supposes. He wouldn't mind being picked up by those careful hands again, getting closer to that handsome face to watch him sleep. In a totally not weird way. It's just been a while since he had any targeted attention like this, that's all.
The Cat tucks in a little tighter, purring in response to the fingers running across his fur. He should be letting him study, but curiosity has a long history with Cats, so he asks: ]
What is it you're studying for? Aren't you already a doctor?
No name? Soooo... is it Your Majesty then? Or uh Fluffy?
[Is Fluffy disrespectful? Maybe it's so nice to have a talking cat around because he's not realized how alone he's been. After the break up with David and moving into his own place he thought it was fine, towards the end of the relationship they barely saw each other anyway. But the moments when he was here alone in his flat had been so quiet, he'd just not realized.
Even when there's no talking the purring is delightful too.]
Technically yeah. I'm a junior pathologists' assistant, but I have to continue my education to stay certified so I can keep working.
[He pulls up a website that he's got his courses on, along with a book and notebook.]
I'd like to be board-certified one day, be the one with the assistant instead.
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[Simon sputters. How dare this cat call him out? The cat is lucky it's so dang cute.]
Alright, okay. You're right, don't get a big head about it, Your Majesty.
[Does then carefully nudge the cat to move off his lap, but does not shoo him off the couch.]
Let me go grab my stuff and you can help me study.
[Which Simon does, getting his laptop and a couple books and the like. Returning to the couch he gets everything all set up, before sitting beside the cat again. Absently he reaches over to pet him, the cat's presense warm and soothing.]
... so what do I call basically a god that doesn't poop?
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[ The information falls out of him easily, all that worry about divulging too much soothed by the fact that Simon is, unavoidably, a good person. He's content at the idea of sitting here with him for the rest of the evening, eating whatever he's bought for him, maybe even hopping up onto his bed to commandeer one of his pillows to sleep on if he feels strong enough to do it.
Or he could let him lift him, he supposes. He wouldn't mind being picked up by those careful hands again, getting closer to that handsome face to watch him sleep. In a totally not weird way. It's just been a while since he had any targeted attention like this, that's all.
The Cat tucks in a little tighter, purring in response to the fingers running across his fur. He should be letting him study, but curiosity has a long history with Cats, so he asks: ]
What is it you're studying for? Aren't you already a doctor?
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[Is Fluffy disrespectful? Maybe it's so nice to have a talking cat around because he's not realized how alone he's been. After the break up with David and moving into his own place he thought it was fine, towards the end of the relationship they barely saw each other anyway. But the moments when he was here alone in his flat had been so quiet, he'd just not realized.
Even when there's no talking the purring is delightful too.]
Technically yeah. I'm a junior pathologists' assistant, but I have to continue my education to stay certified so I can keep working.
[He pulls up a website that he's got his courses on, along with a book and notebook.]
I'd like to be board-certified one day, be the one with the assistant instead.