((*pats For The Jims And Their Mun*))

*the kitten wiggled* mew *he jumped down and laid on his computer. he saw Jim's name and was happy* mew

*he smiles just a bit*

¶Maybe I should just give it a minute...¶

*he looks out the window quietly*

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∆Ok I'm back from the nowhere- time to catch up, sorry y'all- Admin∆

*the kitten noticed he was still nervous. the other wasn't back yet... did... did he do something wrong? Snow Ears/Ottis?*

°He stops petting for a moment, needing the hand back for a moment, looking at the kitten directly now. There's an odd look in his eyes.°

°He will be ok, he is a grown man who can take care of himself. And once he gets back, we will set everything up for you, so you will be comfortable and happy while you are here. We will all be ok, ok? He gives you a small reassuring smile. Your powers were a little shocking, but I am trusting you right now. Knowing Jim, he probably bought you toys too. That could be fun, right?°

°He resumes petting gently, like he's both reassuring himself and the kitten that it'll all work out.°

*The doll calmed down and started chanting again. The room glowed purple.*

°If Disney had taught him anything, it was that purple and green were not safe in these contexts. His mind was still reeling from what Neb had said, but if self-preservation hadn't convinced him that he needed to get out, his brother being in danger had.°

°Let. Me. Go.°

RJ?? RJ! Can you hear me? What happened? Oh god.. oh shit this is bad- -Neb

*RJ doesn't stir. He can't hear you. There's a steady trickle of blood running down from his temple, evidence of a nasty impact as a result of a nastier impact outside.*

*at the mention of food, the kitten wiggled into the room* meow meow meow meow! meow meow meow meow! *he seems happy about food... and how did the cat get in?* meow! :3

"Oh no you're baby- don't worry yeah we got lots! I'm gonna go into the kitchen, Jim could you get the door real quick?"

*he makes a friendly "c'mon" gesture and starts slowly walking diagonally to the kitchen. Still moving but able to see both his brother and the kitten*

°...They've figured out doornobs, Jim. It's too late, the feline uprising is upon us. He goes to close the door anyway, smiling a little when he hears RJ snort behind him. He locks it, all the way. He could have sworn RJ had done the same- but maybe the night was getting to them both.°

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15. Favorite song?

"Uh, wow that's hard- Touch-Tone Telephone? Maybe? It really depends on my mood."

°I can never choose between Zombie by The Cranberries or Drops of Jupiter, but I'm open to new recommendations.°

¶Hm... Viva La Vida? I don't really have a favorite, but that one is nice to listen to for one reason or another.¶

°If only the Bluetooth worked in this car.°

*the kitten noticed the no reply and sneezed, dropping them to the floor* meow *he jumped off his head and sat next to him* mew mew mew?

°He jumps at the sudden return to Earth, heart in his throat for a moment. There are a few more breaths and then he looks at the kitten°

°Warn someone next time, /please/. He looks back at the screen, a frown creasing his face. He's probably just driving, right? It's illegal and unsafe to text while driving, and he had to drive to get stuff for you, so he's probably just driving? He's fine, he's... probably fine. I'll text him again in a minute..°