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[The video skids a little, showing part of the ceiling, the wall, before settling at an odd angle. A cat jumps down in front of it, walking off, apparently having knocked the NV on. On the screen can be shown a rather unusual and slightly comical sight.]
Hey, c'mon now... Get off of me.
[Liquid seems to have been attacked - by cats. It's not clear why, except that cats always seem to be drawn to the ones that are least likely to be happy with them jumping on them. There's at least five of them, apparently on one of their rare migrations to the living levels of Outer Heaven. One of them is sitting on his feet, one of them curled up on his lap as he sits on the floor, snuggling against his stomach. A third one is sitting on his head. The one that turned the NV on casually returns to him and jumps up onto his knees. The fifth one just sits there, nuzzling his side. He could kick them off, but Liquid isn't really one for cruelty to animals. Humans, maybe, but not animals. Besides, he's pretty sure they belong to someone in the household. Every time he tries to remove one, it jumps back into its comfy place, ignoring his muttered protests in Arabic and French, most of which are inaudible to the NV, for the benefit of the virgin ears of anyone that speaks those languages. After a few moments he sighs.]
Oh, for the love of-
[Lifting his hand, he pets the one at his side, giving the cats a slight smile.]
Fine. But don't tell anyone I got taken down by cats.
[A little too late. It's apparently up to the mercy of the surprisingly persistant cats as to when he can get up again, unless someone comes to help, which would be embarassing. Good thing he doesn't have work again until Monday. The one on his stomach uncurls, stretching up to rest its front paws on his torso. It purrs, licking his nose affectionately. He laughs, looking almost happy, petting it with his other hand.]
Aw, how sweet of you~... You're a nice kitty, aren't you~?
[The one on his head puts a paw down, batting absently at his nose and he chuckles, grasping the paw and pushing it lightly away.]
While you need to get off my head. You're heavy, Bayonet.
[As if in retaliation, the cat stubbornly refuses to move. It seems Liquid is trapped. He's really glad nobody can see this. It's bad enough that he's trapped without people seeing him being cute.]
Hey, c'mon now... Get off of me.
[Liquid seems to have been attacked - by cats. It's not clear why, except that cats always seem to be drawn to the ones that are least likely to be happy with them jumping on them. There's at least five of them, apparently on one of their rare migrations to the living levels of Outer Heaven. One of them is sitting on his feet, one of them curled up on his lap as he sits on the floor, snuggling against his stomach. A third one is sitting on his head. The one that turned the NV on casually returns to him and jumps up onto his knees. The fifth one just sits there, nuzzling his side. He could kick them off, but Liquid isn't really one for cruelty to animals. Humans, maybe, but not animals. Besides, he's pretty sure they belong to someone in the household. Every time he tries to remove one, it jumps back into its comfy place, ignoring his muttered protests in Arabic and French, most of which are inaudible to the NV, for the benefit of the virgin ears of anyone that speaks those languages. After a few moments he sighs.]
Oh, for the love of-
[Lifting his hand, he pets the one at his side, giving the cats a slight smile.]
Fine. But don't tell anyone I got taken down by cats.
[A little too late. It's apparently up to the mercy of the surprisingly persistant cats as to when he can get up again, unless someone comes to help, which would be embarassing. Good thing he doesn't have work again until Monday. The one on his stomach uncurls, stretching up to rest its front paws on his torso. It purrs, licking his nose affectionately. He laughs, looking almost happy, petting it with his other hand.]
Aw, how sweet of you~... You're a nice kitty, aren't you~?
[The one on his head puts a paw down, batting absently at his nose and he chuckles, grasping the paw and pushing it lightly away.]
While you need to get off my head. You're heavy, Bayonet.
[As if in retaliation, the cat stubbornly refuses to move. It seems Liquid is trapped. He's really glad nobody can see this. It's bad enough that he's trapped without people seeing him being cute.]