[Video switches on. Irene is kneading the bed restlessly; every so often, a hint of claw is visible. Still unfulfilled, she begins to pace back and forth in front of the camera. Her voice, when she speaks, is her own, but it comes from low in her throat and has a hint of rumble to it. To human ears, it probably sounds like loud purring,
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I just feel like my skin fits me so well. God, it's lovely.
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Something soft and warm. Or wrestle, lie in the sun... I wonder if warden-mine would take me to the CES.
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You can't fight nature, baby.
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Congrats, Irene.]
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Game of hide and seek, Doctor? I'll be it.
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Uh, no thank you, I'm not exactly in the mood for games at this very moment, sorry, but um. No. Aain.
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Spoil-sport.
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And you should know, you're a wild thing. Don't you just want to run something small and quivery down and, and - [Irene can't fully articulate her desires, so instead she shreds a nearby towel, sinking her paws into it and tearing it into two halves]
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Staaare.]
....Not really. Do I need to lock you in the CES 'til you're throwing up raw meat for a month when you're back to being sane again? 'Cause I can do that.
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[Irene's got her nose to the comm, her tail whipping back and forth excitedly]
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