[ Iorveth shakes off the existential quandary that threatens to creep into his conscious: the very real problem of him, a very mortal and alive being, being in love with a vampire, who is very immortal and undead.
More pressingly: ] Before we go, [ because they should, before they overstay their welcome and before more customers arrive who are less liable to accept the absurdity of two suspicious elves skulking about (bless Kurug, the best of them), ] I want you to hold this cat.
[ Reaching sideways to pick up the white fluffy one, who has nested by Iorveth's feet and started dozing on the (probably handmade) rug. It looks annoyed by the interruption to its nap, but looks more put-off when it finds itself unceremoniously placed on Astarion's lap.
Iorveth leans back, clearly amused. Two fluffy cats in one place, albeit in different forms. ]
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More pressingly: ] Before we go, [ because they should, before they overstay their welcome and before more customers arrive who are less liable to accept the absurdity of two suspicious elves skulking about (bless Kurug, the best of them), ] I want you to hold this cat.
[ Reaching sideways to pick up the white fluffy one, who has nested by Iorveth's feet and started dozing on the (probably handmade) rug. It looks annoyed by the interruption to its nap, but looks more put-off when it finds itself unceremoniously placed on Astarion's lap.
Iorveth leans back, clearly amused. Two fluffy cats in one place, albeit in different forms. ]