Now he doesn't have a blanket that's trying to gamely make its way up his head. That's a lot better, really, it was getting kind of annoying.
Oscar's dumb claws, however, move from trying to pull at the blanket to trying to pull at Varis' hand, but not hard. It's more like trying to grab it between his tiny little toe beans, so now there's just sort of... this black catblob stretching down from Malcer's hair, trying to capture Varis' fingers. Malcer's head is starting to tip back from the redistribution of cat weight.
"...Okay, I don't normally have to ask this, but what the hell are you doing back there?"
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Now he doesn't have a blanket that's trying to gamely make its way up his head. That's a lot better, really, it was getting kind of annoying.
Oscar's dumb claws, however, move from trying to pull at the blanket to trying to pull at Varis' hand, but not hard. It's more like trying to grab it between his tiny little toe beans, so now there's just sort of... this black catblob stretching down from Malcer's hair, trying to capture Varis' fingers. Malcer's head is starting to tip back from the redistribution of cat weight.
"...Okay, I don't normally have to ask this, but what the hell are you doing back there?"