[And after delivering that she'll be hanging around her own mailbox, hiding, waiting for John to show up so she can pounce on him and get some real answers.]
[John's looking particularly twitchy today as he makes his way toward Renart's mailbox. He's sporting a stocking cap pulled low over his ears, and a pair of sunglasses with his usual oatmeal-colored jumper and jeans. The wind shifts as he reaches Renart's mailbox, ready to put another letter in and he pauses, sniffing at the air.
There's something here. Like Renart's scent. It's stronger than usual. Maybe because she's been out to her mailbox recently?]
[She hits him and military and feline instincts both take over. John goes down, but he hisses as he grapples with his assailant and tries to get her into a choke hold. His glasses go flying in the process. If the hiss doesn't give away what's happened, the bright blue cat's eyes will.]
[Renart just lets out a noise that's half-gekker, half-cackle, finding this to be more of a game than him. With her tail wagging away she'll use her strength and agility to keep out of any serious holds, grappling back playfully.]
[He tries to scratch and bite at her, which is about as effective as might be expected from a human with blunt human fingernails and teeth. When that's obviously not working, he just tries to get away from her, hissing and yowling. One leg of his jeans twitches where his hidden tail lashes in the space provided to it.]
[Okay okay, the yowling gets her and she'll quit so that he can get away. She just sort of... rolls back away from him, laughing, not the most graceful things in the world, but she's gone and figured it all out.]
You're a cat! Why didn't you say that to begin with??
I'm not a cat. [The sulking is real, and it's intense as John crouches nearby and makes a go at looking like he hasn't just been wrestling with the vixen. This takes the form of dusting off one sleeve of his jumper and glancing off to the side.]
[John turns his attention back to her when she moves closer, staring silently for a long moment before he can shake off the more feline response and actually reply.]
I didn't accidentally eat anything. His magic's out of control right now. He did something to the food I made when he came over for a movie night.
[She stares right back - unlike dogs, foxes are entirely comfortable doing that - and her ears tilt back, a subtle gesture as she grows a little more cautious.]
Good to know. I'll avoid him until he's back to normal.
[It's apparently going to be a staring contest because while John the Human would look away at this point, John the Cat is disinclined to do so. And the damn feline instincts are far more powerful than the human ones, it seems.]
Yeah, well, now you know. I'm not taking patients while I'm like this. I'll get distracted just trying to get anything out of the drawers or cabinets.
[John realizes that he's crouching for really no reason at all. He rises abruptly and steps away from Renart to grab the sunglasses that had fallen off and shove them back on. He stands with his arms crossed, his hat twitching along with one let of his jeans.]
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Maybe if you had said Sherlock did it on his own, that would be more believable.
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I was being kind. Taking responsibility. Really, it was Sherlock. He wants to see if Felix survives the wilderness.
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Oh? And how is he observing the cat without it noticing him? For the most accurate data, of course.
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He's wearing a tracking collar with a microchip. And a video camera.
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[And after delivering that she'll be hanging around her own mailbox, hiding, waiting for John to show up so she can pounce on him and get some real answers.]
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There's something here. Like Renart's scent. It's stronger than usual. Maybe because she's been out to her mailbox recently?]
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But she is jumping. Pouncing, intending to tackle him to the ground so that she can sit on him and pin him, like the mature thing she is.]
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You're a cat! Why didn't you say that to begin with??
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It was an accident.
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You accidentally ate one of Phil's cupcakes? Really? Or did this happen some other way?
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I didn't accidentally eat anything. His magic's out of control right now. He did something to the food I made when he came over for a movie night.
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Good to know. I'll avoid him until he's back to normal.
[She likes being a fox, thanks.]
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[It's apparently going to be a staring contest because while John the Human would look away at this point, John the Cat is disinclined to do so. And the damn feline instincts are far more powerful than the human ones, it seems.]
Yeah, well, now you know. I'm not taking patients while I'm like this. I'll get distracted just trying to get anything out of the drawers or cabinets.
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You should have just said that to begin with. Much better than those sad attempt at lies.
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You shouldn't be so nosy.
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I couldn't help it, you were being cagey.
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I wouldn't... I mean it'd be nice, but Renart, what happened on Bonfire Night? That can't happen again.
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[Complicated Human Reasons, she assumes, because humans are terrible at accepting a good thing as it is without making it into a huge deal.]
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