[ with teeth nibbling at the sock andyr's still wearing, an extremely unmanly shriek comes from him, half taken in a spurt of laughter, as the twenty-four year old that seems to have regressed to thirteen flips on his back and tries to shuffle himself away. unfortunately, Courser's already gotten a good hold of the fabric, and andyr's attempts to flee only help in yoinking the sock the rest of the way from his foot. ]
Little shit-- [ andyr's hissing out between a laugh, and scrambling after the cat as Courser goes bouncing away with his new catch.
likely somewhat in the direction of his owner, as andyr's head lifts to finally look at the man on the other end of the observation deck, blinking owlishly at him a second, upside as he lays there on his back, one sock in hand, no socks on feet, not really feeling at all ashamed for it. ]
Your cat's an asshole.
[ he calls out, from where he's flopped, but it's with an obvious smile, eventually balling up the sock in his hand to toss it after Courser. there, you buttmunch, have the other too. he didn't need them anyway. well, sort of. he does, actually, he only owns that one pair now. ]
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Little shit-- [ andyr's hissing out between a laugh, and scrambling after the cat as Courser goes bouncing away with his new catch.
likely somewhat in the direction of his owner, as andyr's head lifts to finally look at the man on the other end of the observation deck, blinking owlishly at him a second, upside as he lays there on his back, one sock in hand, no socks on feet, not really feeling at all ashamed for it. ]
Your cat's an asshole.
[ he calls out, from where he's flopped, but it's with an obvious smile, eventually balling up the sock in his hand to toss it after Courser. there, you buttmunch, have the other too. he didn't need them anyway. well, sort of. he does, actually, he only owns that one pair now. ]