((For Silver))

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Kairos is very nice, and he's glad of the place to stay, but after five years of wandering Connor gets restless easily. His nightmares are back, if not as bad as they used to be, so he's restless and tired, which isn't a good combination. Teaching and sparring with Jelani helps occupy his time, though, and so does cooking for Kairos. He still has too much spare time, so he sits on the fringes of the Nexus, and watches, and puts off going home to his own world.

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"What's that?" Silver looks up curiously as Miss Jenny gently kisses Connor's fingers and continues her thunderpurr. "Oh. She wants to know if it's okay if she talks to you."

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He scritches the cat behind the ears gently. "Talk... in English you mean?" One eyebrow rises. "I guess so."

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"She can't talk English very good with her voice. She's asking if she can think talk at you."

"Mrrup," says Jenny, the sound halfway between a word and a chirp.

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Connor scratches his head, making his hair stick up, and shrugs. "I can speak a lot of languages, but not Feline." He's very good at giving neck scratches, though.

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-Silly silly,- says a voice that feels like hearing with the mind more than an alien thought. -Hmmm. Miss Jenny like scritchies.-

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He blinks, hand pausing briefly, then gives a soft raspy chuckle. "Oh, Okay. I'm still new here..." He keeps up the petting.

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-Miss Jenny like you,- the big cat assures him happily as she headbutts his hand and continues to rumble. -Miss Jenny will be friend here.-

Then she glances over at Silver as the little girl yawns like a little cavern. "Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaap?"

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Connor likes animals, at least the kind that aren't an obvious threat. He chuckles a little, again. "Thanks. You're a beautiful cat..." He smiles at Silver. "You can sleep."

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"Can I use you for a pillow?" asks Silver, rubbing one eye with a grubby fist.

-Awww. Sleepy baby,- says Miss Jenny as she leans against Connor and transmits thankful feelings for the compliment. Like her thought speech it's very clear that these feelings are somebody else talking, and there is no invasive feeling to them.

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Connor lies back, one arm behind his head. His chest or stomach should make a decent pillow, although he's not a particularly soft person. She'd be better off with somebody who isn't so skinny. "All right. What are you going to dream about?" His voice is soft, and his free hand keeps scratching Miss Jenny. he's just a little afraid she'll complain if he stops. That wouldn't matter so much if she wasn't speaking in his head.