[She started it and he's the one being sent away? Jealousy flares up seeing Sherlock clutch Berit like that, but the Heart's distress...
The cat instincts fall to the wayside as the human ones reassert themselves and John's expression turns to mild horror.]
Berit, I didn't mean to... I'm sorry.
[He wants to slink away on all fours, hugging close to the counters and staying out of sight, but that would take ridiculously long. John stands up, tail still puffed up and low, and simply makes his way toward the door.]
I'll take Black Bart for a walk.
[So that he can run away and give Sherlock and Berit more space for at least a little while. How did this go so wrong? He'd just wanted to play with Sherlock. No. That's stupid. He'd wanted to just leave. And then Sherlock had him play with that damn catnip.]
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The cat instincts fall to the wayside as the human ones reassert themselves and John's expression turns to mild horror.]
Berit, I didn't mean to... I'm sorry.
[He wants to slink away on all fours, hugging close to the counters and staying out of sight, but that would take ridiculously long. John stands up, tail still puffed up and low, and simply makes his way toward the door.]
I'll take Black Bart for a walk.
[So that he can run away and give Sherlock and Berit more space for at least a little while. How did this go so wrong? He'd just wanted to play with Sherlock. No. That's stupid. He'd wanted to just leave. And then Sherlock had him play with that damn catnip.]