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[Some of you may know the face that shows on the screen. One stfuelly, who's being awfully quiet and, well. That would be because she's in a sleep coma, but that's not the only curious part.

There's a cat curled up on her chest, looking quite comfortable.

And then, a chipper voice some might recognise comes from outside the screen; Leo's.]

You know, I would have thought she wouldn't be comfortable to sleep on. But I guess when she's silent, a cat can't really resist something warm and absolutely still, huh? And I suppose her chest is... soft enough.

[Titter.]

I never would have thought I'd use a word such as "cute" in relation to lady Vanessa, but. I guess it's appropriate here.

The best thing is that she can't slap me for it. Right now, at least.

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[snapekillsedgar.livejournal.com]

... Uh.

[Apparently it was him.]

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[Chuckling, he raises a hand and lightly knocks at Elliot's head.

Fondly:]

Idiot.

[snapekillsedgar.livejournal.com]

[He lets out a tiny grunt when he gets knocked and responds with a glare, only not hitting him back because Edwin was squirming in his arms, trying to get away from his yelling owner.]

Shut up.

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[And so he heads for the door, holding it open for Elliot.]

So, any ideas, then?

[snapekillsedgar.livejournal.com]

[He followed him, only briefly thinking about the question.]

Have you composed anything since we got here?

[They used to play piano together all the time. Maybe it was time to go back to that.]

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[He actually almost closes the door with care, mostly out of habit though, and takes off down the hallway.]

Mmm. Want to hear?