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.

Comments

[untamedantinous]

"Oh, she'll be alright." Charlotte, in fact, will do quite alright without them, as she's flicking her tail in some annoyance. He smiles back at Grantaire, a little shy, and takes his hand, pressing a soft kiss to it.

[futaille]

Grantaire squeezes Enjolras's hand and huffs out a soft breathless laugh. "Perhaps one day I'll not feel as if I'm floating, but it's not today."

[untamedantinous]

"Well -- ah. You're welcome? This is truly not what I intended to spend my morning doing."

[futaille]

"What was your intent?"

[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 was going to get the young lady here properly settled, though she does seem to prefer using my clothing as a bed for now. Would you like to help?"

[futaille]

"I will help in whatever way you'd like, dear Lucien."

[untamedantinous]

"Well. Let's go try and find her a bed, perhaps. And a proper collar."

[futaille]

A grin. "I don't know. Clearly she's already found a bed she likes."

[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]

"Yes, but I do not know how comfortable it is."

[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."

[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."

[futaille]

"I would not be surprised if we found a most well-appointed bed and she continued to sleep on your clothing. But let us try."

[untamedantinous]

"That does sound like a cat, yes." He rises from his chair and Charlotte follows, hopping down from her own and twining around Enjolras' legs. "Let's go, then."

[futaille]

Grantaire stands as well. "I certainly cannot fault the young mademoiselle's taste in people."

[vineleaves]

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

[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]

"Well. She does seem to approve of you, which is good news."

[futaille]

A laugh. "Ah, true. I mostly cannot fault her taste in people, then."

[untamedantinous]

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