open: voici un chat dans le café

[untamedantinous]

It is finally spring. Finally warm enough for Enjolras to head outside and read to Temeraire without the extra heavy layer of a coat. He is intent on doing that, in fact, searching for their latest philosophical treatise amongst his piles of papers on his table. He is also searching for his notebook, planning on continuing some writing while he's outside and making a day of it. (Ballpoint pens are very convenient for that.) Enjolras has nearly found it when he is distracted by some shuffling coming from -- of all places, his closet.

After a moment's hesitation, he peers inside the piece of furniture to find two greeny-golden eyes staring back at him. "Oh," he says, with some uncertainty. "Hello."

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A good half hour later, Enjolras has made his apologies to Temeraire and can be found in the café, with his new friend curled up on his discarded coat on a chair nearby him. Enjolras is absently stroking her from time to time, engrossed in a book he at last found under his papers.

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[futaille]

Grantaire walks into the café, much like usual. He sees Enjolras first of course and immediately starts speaking. "Good morning! I am at a complete loss about what to--" He stops still. "Wait. Who is this?"

[untamedantinous]

"This is Charlotte," Enjolras says solemnly. "She was on my coats." The lady in question looks up at the new arrival and rubs at her ear with a paw. She will reserve judgement for now.

[futaille]

He shoots Enjolras a somewhat incisive look. "Corday?" He returns his attention to Charlotte herself, then, and approaches but keeps a comfortable enough distance, crouching to be more level with her. "Hello, mademoiselle. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

[untamedantinous]

He nods, and scritches Charlotte behind the ears delicately. "That is her surname, yes," he says, with a small glimmer of humor hidden in his voice. For her part, Charlotte once again stares at Grantaire, and then lets out a quiet honk of greeting.

[futaille]

"Charlotte charmante, I see." He calmly extends the back of his hand for her perusal.

[untamedantinous]

Charlotte sniffs it for a moment, then butts her head up against it for attention.

[futaille]

He promptly scratches her head between and behind her ears. "Such a delightful young lady." He glances very briefly at Enjolras. "Did you meet the latest non-feline arrival?"

[untamedantinous]

“I’ve seen him in the cafe; I am aware of who he is.” He shrugs a little and pets Charlotte again, who starts purring at all the attention. She clearly deserves it.

“He is nothing like me; I don’t see why you gave me that nickname anyhow.”

[futaille]

"He is nothing like you. It was rather unsettling at first."

[mothwingofriverclan]

Mothwing's been busy taking care of Qi Yan lately, which has been a time-consuming but honestly restorative activity. Still, she's starting to feel a little like a six moon old kit in the nursery, all cooped up, so she sets off to see if anyone wants to chat.

She's shocked by the smell of a cat coming from the cafe, and a she-cat at that--decidedly not Angus. She trots inside and sits a few respectable tail-lengths away from the new arrival.

"Hello! I'm Mothwing," she greets the cat, then realizes there's a twoleg sitting beside her. Enjolras, she thinks. "Hello to you as well."

[untamedantinous]

Charlotte regards her with some curiosity, twitching her tail. "Hello," she offers, making no move to rise from her pleasantly curled-up position on Enjolras' coat. "I'm Charlotte. Or at least that is what he calls me, and he smells kind." Enjolras blinks a bit at Mothwing, and nods.

"Hello, Mothwing. Would you like something to eat?"

[mothwingofriverclan]

"Nice to meet you, Charlotte," Mothwing meows. "So, you're thinking of being his kittypet?" She points her tail at Enjolras. "He's generous, at least. Yes, I'll take some food."

[untamedantinous]

“Yes,” Charlotte says, an echo of Enjolras’ earlier solemnity. “His dark room is very comfortable as well, he needs someone to mind him.”

Enjolras gives Mothwing a nod and goes to the counter to find both cats a bit of meat, chopped up small for easier access.

[mothwingofriverclan]

"Where are you from?" Mothwing asks. She's as solemn as Mothwing remembers Tallstar being, at the end of his dads. "How did you get here?"

[untamedantinous]

"I don't know," Charlotte says, twitching her tail thoughtfully. "Here, I suppose? All I remember is waking up in the room with the soft things."

[mothwingofriverclan]

"Amnesia!" Mothwing exclaims. "How strange." She sort of envies Charlotte and her lack of a clan or twolegs to miss, but then again... how disorienting, to wake up here with no history. She seems like a kittypet, without any immediately obvious scars or injuries. Maybe she's been abandoned by cruel twolegs, in which case Mothwing is relieved she's here now. "Well, if you ever need anything, I'm a medicine cat. I'm not sure if herbs can restore your memories, but they'll cure you if you ever get sick or injured."

[untamedantinous]

"Thank you," Charlotte says politely. "I will keep it in mind, I appreciate the offer." At some point during their conversation, Enjolras has returned with some cut up meat for the both of them. He gives Charlotte a brief pet before he sets it down, and smiles a little at Mothwing.

"All is well?"

[vineleaves]

Dionysus enters the cafe and immediately notices Enjolras’ friend. “Good morning!” Let him pet the cat please let him pet the cat.

[untamedantinous]

Enjolras looks up from his book and his coffe, and gives Dionysus a small nod. "Good morning. Did you find a cat in your closet as well?"

[vineleaves]

"Wish I had." Maybe if he thinks about it hard enough the mansion will give him a leopard. They don't usually make good pets but when you're the god of them it's a little different. "Does she have a name?" He offers his hand to the cat for sniffs.

[untamedantinous]

"Her name is Charlotte," Enjolras says, scritching her absently behind the ears. Charlotte, in turn, gives Dionysus a quiet, inquisitive honk and sniffs at his fingers.

[vineleaves]

"Ohhhhhh, what a lovely little Lottie you are too!" He slowly reaches to scratch behind her ears.

[untamedantinous]

Charlotte will allow him to. "She was named for Charlotte Corday," Enjolras supplies helpfully. "I'm sure you've read of her."

[vineleaves]

"Of course." Is he paying attention? Yes. To Enjolras? No, to the cat.

[untamedantinous]

Charlotte starts purring, rubbing up against Dionysus' hands. "Well. It appears she likes you."