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[lifeskills]

This is the voice of doctor Victor Frankenstein. If you require me, I recommend other means of reaching me than these devices. You may leave a message at room 10-1. I will nevertheless try to keep apprised of communication by this method.

Comments

[manipulative]

[ vasilka isn't going to move. she sits, tail sweeping along the ground, as she looks at him. even licks her lips like a hungry vampire would, but unlike the countless versions of dracula out there, she doesn't leap forth and take hold of his neck. ]

[ she does consider his bony ankle, but vasilka would prefer to claim for resting her paws against a shoulder. there's something about height that makes her feel so regal — besides, a part of her doesn't quite like being on the ground. a princess through and through, she wishes for a pillow to perch on and cat biscuits to be fed like grapes to her. ]

[ sitting outside, she remains there, gaze on him, opening and closing her mouth. he may remember this from the cat in hogwarts, watching him in the shadows with only two golden eyes visible in the dark. she had even perched herself right on his paper to stare at him. ]

[ then, unexpectedly, she darts back in to grab something small from his room. ]

[lifeskills]

_{[What is the animal waiting for, an invitation to mosey along? Well, whatever, as long as it's out of his sight and his space. Victor starts to shut the door, but he's not quite quick enough--the cat dashes between his legs, back to the scene of her crime.]}

Hey--

_{[Why is this his life? Picking up strays is supposed to be Malcolm's job, not his.]}

[manipulative]

[ collecting bits of victor's things had been vasilka's job in hogwarts. this cat's no different, even though she doesn't walk in ink to purposefully ruin victor's homework. rather than try and compel him to have fun with her, she bolts into his room and pulls the smallest, easiest thing to carry from his pile of clothes. ]

[ she thieves a bowtie, and runs right back through his legs and into the hallway with it. ]

[ (and you bet she'll be back for more over the next few weeks. she needs to add to her victor shrine, after all.) ]

[lifeskills]

_{[Wow, who the hell do you think you are, cat?]}

Get out of there!

_{[... Fine, have it, he never liked that thing anyway. This cat is too damn spry, swerving around his legs before he can snatch her up. But he's triple checking his locks, you hear?]}