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[noasark]

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[noasark]

I will say that I did as well, so don't worry about that...

[A small smile, and he shuffles a bit to get more comfortable.] Hmmm. Quite likely, I suppose. Intact might not be quite accurate, but it's safe to say that even without surface memory there would still be...mmm. A sort of emotional, or muscle memory to go with things...

[knifemonopoly]

Some sort of--

[Comfy shuffling is cute!]

--fundamentals of my personality--

[Friend cat cute!]

--and what matters to me--

[He's distracted!! Shit!]

--Noa, would you mind turning back into your usual form? I don't know if it's something that survived from life or not, but I've discovered that I like to be around cats, and the impulse to scratch behind your ears is getting difficult to ignore!

[noasark]

Hmmm?

[Noa pauses, and stares.

And then, the little bastard, simply rolls onto his back, belly up.] If that's the case, I won't mind then- you wouldn't believe how many employees drop into the office to do the same actually, I can't tell if I've failed as a Director, being a source of stress relief, [He hums, very clearly laying with deliberation.

Jerk.]

[knifemonopoly]

[Oh no.

Oh no.

Is it a trap?? Is the soft cat belly a trap? He wants to touch it. He wants to touch it so badly.]

You won't think it's disrespectful? Or that I'm treating you like you're an animal?

[It's right there. The cat director looks very very pettable. He's dying! The other Yugi is dying his second death.]

[noasark]

Speaking frankly, I practically am one, [Noa huffs. And then, immediately, preens.] Besides, I'm even better than 'some animal', I can talk~

Just think of it this way- I get to have a massage~

[knifemonopoly]

[fellas, is it gay to massage your friend if your friend looks like a cat?

He's kind of blushing.

It's the voice.

The voice makes this weird.

But not so weird that he's not going to do it.]

Okay....if you really don't mind, then....

[He reaches out...]

You're a treasured friend to me, and I respect you very much.

[...and scritches under Noa's chin.]

[noasark]

[Whatever it is, Noa is clearly into it. There is no verbal reply- simply the greatest of 'cat smiles' as Noa's eyes close over, engine-like purring filling the air.

It is absolutely not going to help matters, but frankly, he doesn't often get this chance, even at work. Or at least not enough for the cat brain to be appeased.]

[knifemonopoly]

[....it's fine. Whatever this is, it's okay. He's okay with it, and Noa's clearly okay with it. That's one of the things he appreciates about cats, is that they signal very obviously when you're on the right track.

So, he settles in, for chin scritches and cheek scrubs and ear thumbing and maybe chest and belly pets and it's very nice actually because the other Yugi is good at reading tension in body language so he'll realize and respond quick when a type of petting isn't welcome and lean into the ones that are.

How long are they going to be like this? Who knows.]