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Thank you for the ask! Here's a bit from my big bang fic:
Edwin follows his line of sight. “Cats are rarely helpful, I’m afraid.” “Can’t hurt to try, can it?” Charles makes his way towards the cats, who turn to watch his approach. “Meow,” says the little fluffy white on in the middle. “Right, I know you can talk.” Charles kneels down in front of him. “I’m Charles Rowland and this is Edwin Payne. We’re looking into what happened at the bookshop across the street. Did you see anything tonight?” The cats blink at him, clearly trying to look like they don’t understand him. The chubby tortoiseshell caves first. “I told you he was probably murdered, Annie. No one liked that old twat.” The little white one turns to glare at her companion. “We don’t know it was murder.” “I was most certainly murder,” Edwin says from behind Charles. The tortoiseshell makes a triumphant noise. The gray shorthair on Annie’s other side says, “He wasn’t very friendly. If he saw us outside his shop, he’d come out with his broom and chase us away.” The tortoiseshell huffs. “Like I said, a twat.”
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