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Caspian!


[ He is not at all sure that the alpha voice works on cats the way it does dogs especially when it isn't, you know, a meow, yowl, growl, or hiss....but he tries it anyway. Shadow would probably win in this face off but just to be safe...... ]

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Mrrrrrhhhhrhshshshhrrrrrrrrrhssssss....

[Sorry High King, they're sizing each other up, circling as only cats do.]

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For the love of---

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[ He is on his way back....because he does not trust...

...either of them. Let's be honest. Maybe. ]

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Reeeeooowwwwrrrrreshshhh!

[ROUND 1, TUMBLING BEGINS.]

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[ SUFFICE TO SAY Peter arrives more likely around the fifth or sixth or seventh or eighth round. He follows the sound of yowling and falling --- whatever it is......at a hurried pace too. ]

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[BEHOLD, YOUR KING. Caspian has somehow tangled himself in his own coat with Shadow up a sleeve. Which sleeve he doesn't quite know yet. Suffice to say their battle is at a stalemate for as long as the smaller feline is in his coat then they can't fight, but as long as the smaller feline is in his coat, well Caspian can't go very far.]

Fsssssssssssttttzzzrsshh!

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I'm sure you are.

[ He replies to ...he has no idea, but he replies dryly. Dry like a desert.

Anyway, that is ...some king. Peter arches a brow at the whole of the scene. On the one hand, he was expecting far more...shall we say, carnage? On the other hand he is more than a little relieved to find it not so, so he walks over and kneels to rearrange the coat - perhaps inconveniencing Catspian - and allowing Shadow to shoot out of it. The actual feline is offended and not in the mood for these games...or is he?

He circles back as if he's eying Catspian for a rematch. Peter sighs and moves to pull the coat off the rest the way of Catspian as well while he talks...to Shadow. ]

You know it isn't his fault, that he's behaving like this. You could do us a favor and be the bigger ma---.....cat. [ He makes a slightly disgruntled sound. ] You know what I mean.

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Mrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.....

[That's a warning meow for both Shadow and Peter, in the sense that Caspian wishes not for the Englishman to enable the crippled feline into another battle. He does however allow the man to undo his own coat carnage. Upon being freed Caspian slinks a circle around Peter, perhaps sizing him up (down) too.]

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[ For the warning, Caspian - tenth of that name - gets the mildest of looks and when he begins to circle, an arched brow. ]

I ought to take a photograph.

[ It is all a little too ridiculous, the sort of thing Peter would never imagine but here it is happening and Shadow has gotten closer suddenly again, front paws perched on Peter's knee as he watches Caspian X as well. ]

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[Seeing Shadow climbing on Peter makes Caspian narrow his eyes. Feline cur you'd best remove your paws from his royal person because that man belongs to one man only and by the lion's mane he will mark the High King if he has to. In the name of Aslan.]

Mrr.

[See these dark hands? They're starting to undo his own trousers.]

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[ ...the High King makes an executive decision and nudges Shadow away with his forearm - Shadow going away willingly , not needing much persuasion all things considered before Peter reaches out to stay Caspian's hands. This is all kinds of not happening because, well, it's just not. He all but drags him upward long enough to deposit him on the nearby armchair before stepping back and crossing his arms. ]

This is going to be a very long day.

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[Oh good, the feline cur has bowed down to the alpha cat...or something like that. Meanwhile, paws stayed, Caspian doesn't protest being dragged about because in this proximity he is close to Peter. Very close. Close enough to lean inward and rub his cheek all over that perturbed face. His whiskers are particularly prickly.]

Mau.

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[ For this rubbing, Peter grimaces briefly then rolls his eyes. The facial hair really is new and it's not...well anyway he doesn't think about it much save for when he places hands on either shoulder of the Telmarine in a wordless order of you stay here and steps back again, sighing - also again. ]

Yes, you're just full of interesting things to say. I know.

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Mrrrrrr.....

[That purring is an indication of appreciation, as in, the appreciation for Caspian's own company that Caspian has interpreted from Peter's words and actions. Yes of course he's full of interesting things to say. He is Caspian X, Tenth of That Name. The world shan't settle for less. To that effect, he stays where planted for only a brief moment before he's throwing himself down to rub against Peter's legs.]

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[ SAKSLFUEOIJSDLKU9OJELKFSD?!

...

Pressing fingertips to either temple, the blond stares down at the affectionate not-cat, and after a bit longer of this he gives up hoping the curse will magically dissipate before the usual 24 hour mark, reaching down to...pet the Telmarine. It's the firm sort of resigned breadth of his hand through his hair and then following his spine. They've certainly had Shadow long enough to be versed in this. It's not even the most ridiculous of curses either, but it has been a while since Peter was involved with one quite so...silly. He supposes he ought to be grateful it isn't a harmful thing. ]

Well that's nice of you. Imagine if we were here when we'd only just met, and you'd been affected . You would likely be biting me.

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Rrrrruurrrrr.

[Someone spoke too soon for after Peter has said his peace so to speak the Telmarine who has just writhed under his palm turns around to claw at his hand. Should he capture it, well, guess whose teeth plan to sink itself into the High King's index finger. Not a hard bite of course, just kitty-like mouthing. Look Peter Pevensie has an interesting shiny hand okay?]

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[ Auoijklwfsu9oefjlks ARE YOU EVEN KIDDING? No apparently not, shut up.

The half incredulous half exasperated look Peter gives the not-really-a-cat Catspian is, well, just that, with a hundred percent of course backing it as if to say that would happen once I had said it. He tugs his hand away carefully and eyes it before wiping it absently on his shirt and wondering if he locks Caspian in here, whether or not he'll recall how to you know, use a door. Right.

But even if he didn't open the door, Peter hesitates. He doesn't exactly feel right about leaving Caspian in here for the remainder of the time; it's not his fault he's cursed into....this.

Uh. Mental state.

Expression smoothing over again with something like resignation, he stares at the Telmarine. Judging him by what he knows of Shadow is probably remiss, considering how they really aren't the same at all, cat behavior or not. ]

What am I supposed to do with you?

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[Oh he can't have a finger to chew on? Very well then. The Telmarine circles around the Englishman only to sit right in front of him. On his haunches. Yes, like a cat.]

Mau?

[Caspian mews, thoughtful and curious, waiting for the next stage in How High Kings Entertain Feline Kings. Be wary of his transformed patience, Peter Pevensie.]

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[ This. Is. Ridiculous. He's thought it already several times before and now again as he looks down at the seated brunette, crossing his arms again and rolling bluer than blue eyes. ]

I'm not going to entertain you. Most cats entertain themselves you know.

[ The High King needs no mind reading abilities to understand the expression on Caspian's face. And he's having none of it.

...or well, that is the plan. Theory. Working theory. Shut up. ]

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[Well that may be true but has it occurred to Peter Pevensie that maybe Caspian X is entertaining himself... by constantly requiring his attention. His company. His voice. His looks. His awareness of the Telmarine's existence. If Caspian had a tail it'd be twitching right now.]

Mau.

[To summarize in very modern terms: Duh.]

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[Peter catches on more or less and where before he rolled his eyes, this time his brow just pinches briefly and he's back to looking more or less accepting of the situation if only because it's clear - as usual - no amount of vehement protesting or internal swearing will change it. Not that this warrants it really - by all rights this curse is downright tame. Just...a bit annoying. Perhaps. ]

Yes, well. Come on then.

[ He gives the still seated Telmarine a meaningful stare before turning to exit the room and follow down a hall, and when he does turn to leave, when he leaves, he glances back at Caspian as if to say stay if you want, your choice...' knowing full well that that is not what's going to happen. ]