"Don't you dare spill that on Nerium!" Bossuet shouts. Nerium, he strongly suspects, would not be pleased by an alcohol bath. Or by being disturbed from his new and comfortable perch atop Bahorel's head. Bossuet took a moment to be very thankful that his own head did not apparently make an acceptable perch. He had no hair to cushion the little feline claws.
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Date: 2013-01-14 02:28 am (UTC)