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"The one person to make me docile" he sighed and gave up, resigning to her lap again and the warmth of the fire

She would lick his cheek gently, slowly licking him like a mama cat cleaning her young

He grumbled but let it happen "iiirrreeeeene..there people who can see.."

"You think I care?" She would laugh and lick his fluffy ears, touching his chest scar

He threw an ice cube at Claude.

He flinched as his chest was still a little tender "...no .your don't...but not my tails..I'll clean those myself..got a brush"

She would soon stop giving him licks and just cuddled him

Claude stopped laughing and slowly turned her head towards her uncle then threw the ice cube back at him.

he smiled as he pulled out his brush from his beg and started the long process of cleaning his tails, one by one

She scratches his ears and smiles st him more

"Why wouldn't I win?" Claude said before ultimately losing to a bar patron. She grumbled some swears in Vietnamese while handing the winner a band of 50s. Before she could start a bar fight, Claude simply walked behind the bar counter and awaited for customers.

*confused floof*

He gave up on brushing his tails, they could not stay still when Irene was giving him scritches like this "little to the left" his leg twitched

She would nods, scratching more to the left and smirking

His posture straightened as his leg started to kick, the nails making a rythmic tapping on the floor. He closed his eyes, just soaking up the attention

She would keep scratching there as long as his leg kicked like a puppy's leg. She would give a happy hum as her tail wags

His leg wouldn't stop kicking until that spot was not being itches. Soon he shook his head and shivered "thank you very much"

She would gently kiss him as he sits in her lap

The tired scientist entered the bar with a briefcase and his phone in his hand. "One can of cola," he ordered to Claude. Townley set his briefcase beside him on the floor and fished through his pant pocket for his wallet. He pulled out his wallet and handed Claude a five dollar bill. In his wallet, there is a photo of younger him and his son, Veritas, who was 5 at the time of the photo was taken. The both of them were enjoying ice cream in a county fair.

he blushes and hid his face again, still shy about showing affection in public "but...we can be seen..."