"Hah." He couldn't help but laugh when she stopped just short. "Going to play that game?" The man shook his head slightly, now that she's closer, he can see the ribbon - probably someone's pet, or a well-loved ship's cat. The idea that this white kitty might be an offworlder like him never crossed his mind.
Harlock doesn't force a pet, cats will let people know what they want, he thinks. "Hope your person isn't among the dead."
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Date: 2024-10-21 02:21 am (UTC)Harlock doesn't force a pet, cats will let people know what they want, he thinks. "Hope your person isn't among the dead."