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[divasterous]

WHAT A cat café
WHERE The mall
WHEN Day 117

[Today in the mall, there seems to be a new café that's opened up! It's run by NPCs, so maybe it'll be gone again tomorrow, so as not to be competition for anything.]

[Along with cute lattes and lemon squares, there are also many, many kitties that you can go and pet. Make sure you wash your hands and follow all the rules!]

Comments

[suckmyglock]

Sorry, I must have mistaken you for some other Shawn Spencer I know.

[ananass]

Look, it was fine when we were bad movie frenemies but now I keep realizing stuff about him and I don't wanna know!

[suckmyglock]

He does have that effect on people.

[ananass]

I mean about him.

[suckmyglock]

Yes, that's what I meant. The next thing you know, you're playing house.

[ananass]

He put soy sauce in my drawer!

[suckmyglock]

What, like, emptied the bottle??

[ananass]

No—a bottle of it. The ingredient.

[suckmyglock]

Oh. Well. That's probably normal.

[ananass]

Is it though?!

[suckmyglock]

I don't know and I think that makes me racist??

[ananass]

What? What?! Focus, Lassie, it would not have been less weird if it had been potatoes!

[suckmyglock]

... Are you ... dating ... my boyfriend?

[ananass]

[panicked shrieking]

Don't say these things to me.

[suckmyglock]

Don't do those things then!

[ananass]

I thought you were trying to comfort me.

[suckmyglock]

That was before I found out your problems were so stupid.

[ananass]

...they're not stupid... you're stupid...

[suckmyglock]

Shawn.

What do you need from me right now?

[ananass]

I don't know, man! Just let me be upset!

[clings to Lassie's arms to indicate that this means, while continuing to be present]

[suckmyglock]

[sighs.

tugs Shawn in closer and tucks his face in against the back of Shawn's shoulder]

[ananass]

[snuggles back against him, gradually relaxing. he sighs with a little shiver. he doesn't even really know what he's so upset about, everything just suddenly became impossible all at once.]

Like that's pretty good right there.

[suckmyglock]

[he's trying so hard to be a good boyfriend? just. minimal grumbling. lots of pets.]

[ananass]

[Shawn, for his part, is at least making an attempt to pull himself together]

It's conceivably possible that I'm just—everything's way different from how I thought it was gonna be, okay? It's a lot.

[suckmyglock]

[gently...]

How did you think it was going to be?