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[youresovein]

[ Behold: Lestat, sprawled on a velvet couch in a leather jacket, head leaned casually on the arm rest. Visible from this selfie angle, discarded on his coffee table, is a laptop open to a word processor. He's deep in thought tonight. ]

Have you ever fallen in love? Have you ever been punched very hard in the face, or perhaps attacked by a pack of starving wolves? For those of you who've done both, would you say the experiences were at all comparable?

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so were mine, i think

[youresovein]

I wonder which one of us is making assumptions?

But I wouldn't say no to a visit from our mutual friend...

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i just like to be sure!
bear would love to see you again :)

[youresovein]

He'll need a sofa all to himself, I think.

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he thinks he's a lap dog tbh

[youresovein]

So do I, from time to time.

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i think you'd be a cat

[youresovein]

And why is that?

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idk i guess bc most of the dogs i work with are pretty goofy and you're not
and you're pretty elegant
and you're more coordinated/graceful, like a cat
i mean except when they're falling off tables

[ also because he can 100% see lestat staring someone in the eye while pushing their glass off a table. ]

[youresovein]

By all means, continue showering me with compliments!

But I think you're onto something. I certainly don't have the moral compass to be a dog. They're our spiritual betters (or at least mine).
Cats bring you little murdered birds and things when they love you, isn't that right?

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yeah! there's a little orange kitten at the shelter that always brings me bugs

[youresovein]

Well now, aren't you a popular one?