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[Lavinia Ann Flamick]

A twinge made the edge of her mouth twitch almost making a smile at his message. Normal, now that was funny. She'd never been normal. Not even before she got the strength of the Dragon. Then again the cat most likely did not know her psychological background. Why would he? She knew he was some sort of shape-shifter, and not an actual cat. But she had forgotten his name, and didn't know what he did for the school. Other than lay around and sleep.

The quick sketch was done because that's how 'quick sketches' tended to go, quickly. The detailed sketches were taking longer but luckily the cat was being compliant. At least for now. Which was very convenient for her. After she was done with the sketches she'd be able to use the basis of him for various artwork. Her clients would have a whole new line to chose from. Got to love making money.

Hopefully he stayed for the entirety of her sketching, and if he shifted she would care all that much. A different position would be fine to go with. Better for variety. Once she got a number of sketches and details finished she shut her sketch book. "So, I wish to repay your...laziness." Not that she was trying to be nice she just figured if she paid him that the cat might do this again in the future.

[Humphries]

The process took long enough that Humphries almost considered a nap. He supposed that might put him out of the proper lighting though, and he didn't fancy getting poked and prodded away. It never suited a cat and it certainly didn't suit him very well. There was something in the way she worked that continued to strike him as businesslike, as though this were some sort of transaction. Odd, considering that Humphries couldn't quite offering to pay for a portrait, even if that did strike him as something he may very well do.

She finished and offered repayment. He looked up to her, considering. He could ask for a copy. He was vain enough that it sounded like a good idea. Something in mind you were having? he sent instead, twisting his body slightly. There was some stiffness there, so Humphries twisted a bit more, working it out, feeling feline bones altering themselves.

he did shoot a few more looks up at the girl as he did, wondering what precisely was going on with her. She was, after all, quite intriguing, quite intriguing indeed.

[Lavinia Ann Flamick]

It did surprise her slight that he had not moved a muscle really since she had started her sketching. Sure cats we known for laying and doing nothing for extended period of time. But the position she'd put him couldn't of been that comfortable to stay still. Then again she had threatened him earlier, more than once if she recalled. Maybe he was worried about getting injured for moving without permission. Should she had given him permission? In the end she just didn't care instead finished her drawings.

"Cat nip, a gallon of cream, and a month of dead mice." That sounded reasonable and killing the mice would be enjoyable. Lavinia set the sketch book on the floor next to her and wrapped her arms around her legs. "Unless you had a different method of payment you'd prefer." Her tone of voice said otherwise but she was learning that pleasing people tended to get her what she wanted. In truth she just want to stand up and walk off not caring what the cat thought.

There were other cats in the world she could draw, cuter cats for sure. But his compliance and ability to communicate made her job just so much easier. Easier was better, and thus she was trying to be nice and please him. Rather than just lock him up somewhere so she could draw him whenever she wanted. That plus the fact that he was a school official and that would probably be a bad idea.

[Humphries]

Catnip, cream, and dead mice... quite an interesting proposition. Technically Humphries could bust the young woman for either bribing him or attempting to drug him, but that hardly seemed the appropriate response. He also didn't quite believe that method of payment had been what had caused her silence, but he again didn't see the point in pressing the issue.

Instead he twisted to send the message along: being receptive of cream and mice, but not happymaking regarding the catnip. drugging not making joyness gah, how Humphries hated this translator. He was certainly pleased to recall that there was another being made that would work a good deal easier than this one. The thought alone nearly made him purr.

However, he did have a question to pose: wherever getting mice of deceased nature are you? Yes, yes he definitely hated this translator...

[Lavinia Ann Flamick]

Did the cat just say 'happymaking'? Her eyebrows rose considerably at his terminology. It was like she was talking to a drunken Yoda, which to most people she assumed would be hilarious. To her it was gratingly annoying and she had a very strong desire to destroy the talking device. Then again she wouldn't be able to actually communicate with the animal.

"I believe your device needs an update. The phrasing is appalling." Chin on her knees she gazed at the cat rather dully not quite understanding why it had an aversion to catnip. She doubted it would be harmful to the cat it wasn't like weed where he had to smoke the herb or anything. The effects never seemed to last that drastically long in the cats that ate it, and rolled in the dried herb back home. But if he didn't want to feel out of control on some feline drug then so be it. Not like she indulged in any drugs.

The next question seemed a tad stupid, especially for a cat. She thought he knew where dead mice came from. "By killing a live one." It wasn't like the castle was completely rodent proof as far as Lavinia knew, and her parent's stables certainly weren't. Mice were a fairly easy commodity. It wasn't like she was trying to get him a chinchila or something exotic.

[Humphries]

Humphries would have laughed were he able as the young woman talked about his device. Humphries watched the young woman, letting out a slight meow at the comment. Yes, he most definitely agreed with her. He already had a few versions of the device in progress, and assuming that the people he'd asked weren't completely useless, he should have it soon enough.

The young woman seemed confused regarding his aversion to catnip. she clearly had never experienced precisely what that felt like. Just thinking about it nearly made Humphries shudder, and a cat did not shudder very easily. So instead he focused on the other bit of the conversation, where she stated a response quite bluntly.

Humphries let out a little meow that sounded a bit like a laugh and then purred loudly. Again came the twisting message: doing that does be making the sense. was just curious. no needing to know precision. The cat flicked its tail and, not quite able to resist, ducked down and began licking at himself, feeling the urge to flatten his fur back down into place.

[Lavinia Ann Flamick]

She took the meow as agreement to the fact that his device had a few flaws worth fixing. Seriously with the technology out there he could get something that was ten times better. With the special people at the school she could imagine a device that was fifty times better. Though it might be harder to do with a cat than with a human being. Then again technically he was human somewhere in all that fur.

Her GPS in her parent's beat up truck sounded better than his device. And that thing couldn't pronounce military correctly. "I suppose I could get the mouse from a pet store if you prefer." That would cost money and would not be any where near as entertaining for her, but if he preferred a certain type of mouse she could get it for him. The cleaning didn't bother her since she did grow up on a farm after all. It was a perfectly natural cat thing to do.

"Is there much human left to you, or are you mostly cat now?" The question just popped out unbidden. Usually she was much better at not saying such things aloud. It must have been the licking tied into the fact that she was having an intelligent conversation with a cat. More intelligent than half of the students in the place.

[Humphries]

Humphries let out a slight purr at the mention of the pet store. Soon he contorted away another message: being of fine however you go about selecting the rats. as stating earlier: not much in the caring of circumstances as am caring of results, which just about summarized Humphries' view on life if he was really pressed to ask about it. the cat readjusted himself, suddenly feeling more the urge to get up and stretch. Being feline, he began acting on the urge, while still remaining more or less in the box. It did promise some security after all.

Thus the cat was stretching as the question came to it. Humphries looked up for a moment, obviously considering. he swished his tail, then contorted again. Being more intelligent than most. Deciding for yourself if intelligence is sign of humanity or if there is being more to it than that. There were also emotions and the like too, but Humphries was fairly certain that the artist could determine that as well.

The cat lifted a paw to gently scrape against the lip of the box, again stretching, his purr growing louder as his satisfactions increased.

[Lavinia Ann Flamick]

"The end result is the focus." She spoke softly more to herself than to the cat. More people tended to care about how something came about than just the end game. There's a difference from stealing a present than buying the present with one's own money. Or getting information from torturing a person than just digging through legal red tape. There were right and wrong ways to do things. Maybe he didn't care so much because he was partially cat brained. Or maybe he just had the mentality of don't ask don't care.

Idly watching the cat's movement she sighed again finding his speech irritating. She knew it wasn't the cat being annoying but the talking device. "Communication in various forms, and the ability to invent or create belies humanity just as much or more than intelligence. Other species show intelligence to be sure but none create." That pesky opposable thumb striking again.

Lavinia remembered reading an article about how a cat's purr can help with stress, anxiety, depression, and even help with some real ailments. Hearing the purring she just thought it was a somewhat grating noise that produced vibrations. How the noise benefited humans in the slightest perplexed her. Maybe it aided weaker willed beings. "Do you ever change back? Or do you not wish to?" She could most certainly understand connecting to an animalistic state of mind more than a human one.

[Humphries]

In general, Humphries agreed with the girl. yes, the end result was most definitely the focus, what they should be aiming toward and hoping to achieve. He supposed that some people, particularly those that ran this school, would think and argue otherwise. Let them have their little moral arguments, so long as they didn't interfere with Humphries life, he didn't care. Much more interesting was the girl's assertion that only humans created

debating even that been on some level the cat sent, almost purring again. He could create after all, even create art, and he had seen some animals capable of much the same. Humans were just oh so desperate to distance themselves, to prove themselves superior, and where did it get them in the end? With those pesky morals nibbling at their minds.

The sort that brought those same questions again. Were the cat capable of sighing, he would have done so. not changing is a thing I have been done for some time. wishing not within my thoughts at this time: contented I am being. And just to further emphasize this fact, Humphries stretched out, this time flexing his claws slightly against the box.

[Lavinia Ann Flamick]

Her eyes narrowed a fraction at his response to her creating comment. She'd never seen an animal create anything of real use or of real artistic means. But then again she'd never been a fan of splashes and smears of paint on a canvas being called art. Their had to be a direction, a point, a meaning to the art. Not that she hadn't used splashes and smears as part of her art especially when immolating blood patterns. But they most certainly were not the focus.

After choosing not to pursue that avenue verbally she went down a different path. It was as she suspected. If she could she probably wouldn't stay in a humanoid form as she was now. Life certainly would be a lot simpler in an animal form. A tiny spark envied the feline. "Understandable. Completely." Being able to sigh she did so stretching as well before getting to her feet.

"I shall acquire the mice then and find you at a later time. Unless you wish to set up a payment date." Lavinia gathered her supplies before gazing down at the cat.

[Humphries]

Humphries kept his attention on the young woman, unwilling or unable to really break away from her, fascinating creature that she continued to be. He blinked as she reiterated herself, rising. The terms of their agreement were then lain out and Humphries bobbed his head. suiting this working for me he sent via his text. The message would be even more garbled as he stretched to yawn, getting more comfortable inside his current box. After all: there was no reason to get too excited or move, just because she was.

Easying found me been. simply do the asking for felines staff and will locate Humphries let out another yawn and stretched out, his forepaws extending out of the box. being seeing you he sent with one last wiggle, before flexing his paws and curling up inside the box, thoroughly enjoying himself and temporarily losing his more rational mind to the feline within.