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@ -12,6 +12,11 @@ A shadow of a person --- human --- peeked out through the glass at em, gave a pl
Before the person could do so, Dear came padding from around the side of the house, looking slightly more collected than it had during the message.
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<img src="/dear.png" alt="Ears for days.">
<figcaption>Art by <a href="https://dumpstercryptid.carrd.co" target="_blank">johnny a</a>.</figcaption>
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*"Ioan,"* it said, smiling and offering a hand --- paw? --- in greeting. Ioan wasn't sure how ey knew when a fox was smiling, but it was definitely a smile. *"Thank you for coming on such short notice. Sorry for the urgent message, I just need to find someone to help out rather soon."*
Ioan\#c1494bf took the offered hand/paw and bowed. "Of course, Dear." How strange it was to call someone a term of endearment as a name. "May we have a seat? I've just woken up and am still figuring out how to stand."

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@ -88,6 +88,11 @@ And then Prisca meowed her hello and twined around eir ankles.
And then AwDae fell to eir knees and let the cat step up onto eir thighs, and ey lifted her in eir arms and buried eir snout in her warm, purring side, and cried.
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<img src="/prisca.png" alt="No, not eir Prisca. Not the real Prisca.">
<figcaption>Art by <a href="https://brushandtea.com" target="_blank">Cadmium Tea</a>.</figcaption>
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Cried because this was not London. Cried because this was not eir cat. Cried because ey could dream anything ey wanted and it would never be anything beyond a dream.
This was a memory. This was something dredged up from eir own mind. Prisca, eir very own Prisca, was purring against eir face because that is what Prisca must do. She was squirming out of eir grasp because ey knew that, had ey held her like that in the waking world --- and ey had --- that that is what cats do.

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@ -38,6 +38,12 @@ The water quickly came to a boil. After pouring it into the mug, AwDae hiked ems
The cat purred. AwDae laughed and lifted eir mug. Too hot to drink, but comforting to hold. Ey felt the comfort in memory.
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<img src="/tea.png" alt="Comfort in memory">
<figcaption>Art by <a href="https://brushandtea.com" target="_blank">Cadmium Tea</a>.</figcaption>
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A memory: RJ waking a few days? Weeks? RJ waking some time ago, years and years ago, and groggily making a pot of tea. RJ sipping one mug of tea while watching the traffic. RJ sipping a second mug of tea while making rice. RJ starting a third mug of tea before sitting down at eir rig and getting lost in research. RJ digging and digging and digging through cards, through tables, through numbers and words and data. RJ frowning at a mass of voting records. RJ downing a cold mug of tea.
The tea was cool enough to drink, now, and so AwDae did.