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[2ndcapkitty]

The door slides open just a crack, and in from the pouring rain stalks one slim black cat. Very daintily the cat steps over the threshold, shaking each paw in turn to rid it of extra moisture. It then sits down firmly and starts washing its face unselfconsciously.

Cleanliness is the height of perfection.

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[mommahatedme]

She cannot help but stare. Staaaaaaaaaare. Staaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaare.

She wants to bark.

Barking is undignified and her grandmother would whop her one.

Staaaaaaaaaaaaare.

[2ndcapkitty]

"Take a picture." The cat sounds remarkably like a very grumpy old man who's chain-smoked through most of his life, and the words are punctuated by very sweeping twitches of his tail. "It might last longer."

[mommahatedme]

"Probably not!" the werewolf sounds like a teenage girl. Who has had far too much coffee. "I tend to end up losing those within minutes of getting them developed. It's like a paper-trail of photos!"

[2ndcapkitty]

The cat matches the werewolf's stare with a classic 'you are still talking, I am not sure if you are aware of it' cat stare.

It is the battle of the ages!

Or something.

"But the picture is still lasting, whether or not it is in your possession."

[watching_things]

O hay a cat.

A partially cat-shaped person is watching you, cat.

[2ndcapkitty]

The particularly cat-shaped cat (for now) continues to lick her coat clean and dry.

"Are you enjoying the view?" The scratchy, chain-smoker (and rather male) voice asks, sounding decidedly amused.

[watching_things]

The question is pondered.

"It is a more interesting view than what is usually there," she concludes, then stands and pads around the cat thoughtfully.

"This is the best view," she announces, settling down at a new angle.

Irony: Not native to the sphinx point of view.

[softer_strength]

Hinata slipped in the door with the sneaky air of someone dodging a bodyguard. She leaned against the nearby wall for a moment, peering through the crack for several seconds before letting the door close all the way. Getting away from Neji had become a lot easier since she'd started coming to the inn! When she turned around she froze, then very politely offered a bow to the cat "H-hello, are you a spirit?" she'd asked that of every non-humanoid she'd met here.

Best to be careful.

[2ndcapkitty]

The cat carefully cleans both front paws before answering. The answer comes by way of a sort of answering head-bob of a bow.

"Would the option be something without spirit?" The growly, scratchy voice of the cat replies, archly.

[softer_strength]

If anything her bow deepened a bit before she straightened to smile "Of c-course not! The alternative is s-someone not born in a spirit realm?" she wasn't precisely sure how to explain it, she couldn't summon yet so she hadn't asked a spirit directly!