Why would he think that? [She doesn't understand how Gilbert thinks really-- which may be amusing, but Break could also likely admit he also rarely gets his alternates' thought processes. Cigarettes, smoking, illness...
Oh god it's dawning on her, quick do something Break! D:]
[Break can hear the gears in your head turning, Gillie, and so he pops his head out of the bathroom to glower at her. He looks very threatening indeed with the tiny orange kitten cuddled up on his shoulder, too.]
Because he -- like the rest of you, I've noticed -- was once arrogant enough to honestly believe that everyfing that ever went wrong in front of him just had to be his fault.
Yeah, well, the last fing I needed at the time was to have to try and talk my Gilbert out of believing he had single handedly caused a tumor to grow in my lung. Pretty sure I failed. We never did really stop being awkward wiv each ovver after that.
[Break disappears into the bathroom again.]
But at least he finally quit smoking. Oscar quit then, too.
[It -- she, it turns out -- is already playing with him, in fact, chasing his fingers all over the sink when he runs them along. Picking her up again, he carefully replaces the things he'd borrowed from the medicine cabinet, and runs a hand through his hair before he leaves the bathroom again.
He really doesn't want to alienate any more Gils. Truth be told, he rather misses his.]
I'm gonna go cook up a bit of fish for her. Galahad needs to be fed, too. If you'd like to come along.
Fish, I prefer to cook. Not as well as humans would need, but Galahad at least prefers it warmer, and it's only a treat anyway.
[The new orange kitten is looking around, bright and energetic despite her injury, ears flicking back and forth. Catching sight of the ring on a chain around Break's neck, she reaches up to attempt to paw at it. He holds her back, smiling a bit -- he's already fond of her.]
[It's the first time Gil has really noticed the ring. She stares at it for a few seconds but as usual does not pry. Oddly enough she's walking next to him, in sight of the kitten.]
[He keeps a firm hold on the new one as they go, even if Gilbertine does seem more comfortable now. He gets a feeling this one's going to be one of those kittens who gets into everything it is possible for a kitten to get into, and if she gets loose, well.]
Fn. I've never had a pet really, but lately... [She hesitates but continues delicately--] Lately Gilbert has had this small dragon following him around. He says it's a Vincent's but ever since he showed it to me it's been hanging around me too sometimes.
You've met the dragon? [Break demands instantly.] I wanted to meet it but it was wiv a Vincent, and I don't get on very well wiv Vincents.
[Maybe if it's latched onto the Gils now he can meet the dragon without having to get past Vincent. Break makes a note of this for later.]
Pets are -- they're wonderful to have, though. There's nuffing like spending a cold winter night reading wiv a purring cat curled up against you, happy just 'cause you're there.
I suppose. It rolls on the bed when it wants to be pet, it'll do flips when begging...it also chases my heels sometimes and nips them when it "catches" me.
Mm, just an apartment. You can have cats there, and little pets what live in cages mostly. But dogs aren't permitted, and you can't have more'n two kitties.
I suppose that makes sense. [Though in her time it's not uncommon to keep chickens and goats in apartments. She shrugs however and...very hesitantly touches a finger tip to the kitten. She draws her hand back as soon as it responds however.]
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Oh god it's dawning on her, quick do something Break! D:]
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Because he -- like the rest of you, I've noticed -- was once arrogant enough to honestly believe that everyfing that ever went wrong in front of him just had to be his fault.
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Oh, wait. Gilbert and his dick-waving at Glen Baskerville, when he had totally ignored her attempts to handle the situation. She deflates a little.]
It's not meant to be so, it's just concern.
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[Break disappears into the bathroom again.]
But at least he finally quit smoking. Oscar quit then, too.
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...Is the cat all right?
[Because like most things she doesn't know how to handle, she'll just ignore and waylay them for as long as she can.]
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[It -- she, it turns out -- is already playing with him, in fact, chasing his fingers all over the sink when he runs them along. Picking her up again, he carefully replaces the things he'd borrowed from the medicine cabinet, and runs a hand through his hair before he leaves the bathroom again.
He really doesn't want to alienate any more Gils. Truth be told, he rather misses his.]
I'm gonna go cook up a bit of fish for her. Galahad needs to be fed, too. If you'd like to come along.
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[She's glad he dropped the subject. She wouldn't have known what to say anyway, and she can ignore her stomachache.]
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[The new orange kitten is looking around, bright and energetic despite her injury, ears flicking back and forth. Catching sight of the ring on a chain around Break's neck, she reaches up to attempt to paw at it. He holds her back, smiling a bit -- he's already fond of her.]
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You really spoil them.
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[He keeps a firm hold on the new one as they go, even if Gilbertine does seem more comfortable now. He gets a feeling this one's going to be one of those kittens who gets into everything it is possible for a kitten to get into, and if she gets loose, well.]
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[Maybe if it's latched onto the Gils now he can meet the dragon without having to get past Vincent. Break makes a note of this for later.]
Pets are -- they're wonderful to have, though. There's nuffing like spending a cold winter night reading wiv a purring cat curled up against you, happy just 'cause you're there.
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She shrugs.]
It's strange that it seems happy to see me sometimes, but I also feed it often.
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[Reaching the staircase, Break pauses to slide down the bannister, as usual.]
Is it playful at all?
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[He waits for her at the bottom of the stairs, scratching the kitten's ears.]
Liam's more a dog person than a cat person. I keep finking we should get a dog, but we'd have to get a proper house first.
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Why a dog?
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Liam likes dogs. The cat's more mine than his these days, so I just keep finking it'd be nice if he could have a puppy for himself.