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[jackdriscoll]

There isn't much to his flat. A short hallway leads into the living room, behind which is a kitchen and another hallway leading to Jack's bedroom. Jack's furniture, alas, is stuck in the 70's. Thankfully he's chosen muted colors instead of garish orange hues, but they could due for a good update. The entertainment center, interestingly enough, is

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[precocioustilda]

Matilda stumbles in through the front door rather confusedly, carrying a notebook and a duffel bag the contents of which should probably not be closely questioned. She blinks a few times as she realizes: first, that she is not at home; second, that she is in somebody else's home; and third, that she recognizes that cat. Setting down the bag and tucking the notebook under her arm, she approaches Pinot with the intent of petting.

[jackdriscoll]

The stumbling wakes Pinot up, in the way cats normally wake up: as if a bomb had exploded next to them. Cats, of course, do not have as acute a sense of what should or shouldn't be in a given location like humans do, so the sight and smell of Matilda does not frighten Pinot as it would, say, her owner.

[precocioustilda]

Matilda giggles slightly at Pinot's explosive awakening, but does it in a quiet manner. Something about a house that to all appearances contains no actual people stirs in her an urge to be relatively silent. This does not stop her, however, from continuing towards the goal of petting Pinot. Few things successfully get between Matilda and pettable cats.

[jackdriscoll]

Oh, honey, Pinot's not going to stop her. Mostly because she is a cat, not a dog, and is thus not inclined to bark and growl at intruders. She also is not the kind of cat to hiss at strangers.