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[ from here

it's also a hand sliding under the blanket ]

Comments

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Appropriate. And cuter than a raven.

[ roooollllling over to lean against ]

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[cuddles up to '^']

I would have liked that.

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[ gonna use your back as a chin rest ]

Not nearly as nice to hold.

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[well very well]

Perhaps not.

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And easier to find food for.

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Oh?

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I don't even know what ravens eat.

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Almost anything, really. They're quite fascinating.

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. . . I'm not feeding you the things ravens eat.

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They do eat fruits, you know.

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Where am I going to get fruit?

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That's another factor altogether. The things ravens eat aren't all bad. Fruits, berries, grains...

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Aren't they scavengers?

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Yes, that too.

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We'll avoid the carrion.

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[awwwww]

All right.

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[ cuddling right up to ]

...you're warm.

[switchcraft]

So are you.

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I guess it isn't all bad.

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No?

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There are some benefits. Provided Altair doesn't try to eat you.

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I don't see why he would.

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He's a dog. You're a cat.

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He was never horrid to Beauregard.

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In all fairness, your cat probably weighs more than he does.