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[jaytaylors]

@nctahousecat

Most of the guests at Katie’s birthday party were her peers from pre-school and daycare and their parents, but Jay needed some friends of his own around to survive the day of screaming three and four year olds. Binx was a breath of fresh air when he got a chance to talk to him. “I’ve never been so glad I didn’t go into early childhood education,” he mused, sipping on a juice box with a distant look in his eyes like he was pretending it was something stronger. “It’s one thing when it’s your own kid, you know?” He glanced over and corrected, “Guess you don’t know…Still not looking to settle down?” Jay assumed nothing had changed on that front (and he would have to understand why, knowing Binx’s curse) so he almost didn’t bother asking—but he was always curious whether anyone would ever come along to change the old cat’s mind or make him act up. After all, happy little accidents could come from any one-off hook-up, as Jay well knew.

[witchmarnie]

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“You’re Binx, huh? I’ve heard a lot about you.” The greeting was cool, but not yet hostile. Ever since hearing how this guy her baby sister was talking to had suddenly dropped contact without notice or explanation (Marnie opposed the term “ghosting” as someone who personally knew some very faithful and dependable ghosts) Marnie’s protective big sister instincts had kicked in. They were in no way lessened when, later, Sophie had explained that she had finally discussed matters with him and found out why he had ditched her. It turned out the man had a bad personal experience with a few witches and decided to base his opinion of every witch he met thereafter on those few. Sophie had decided to give him another chance, but Marnie was on alert; she wouldn’t be so forgiving if he did anything again.

“I’m not supposed to threaten you,” she said, glancing around to ensure Soph was still in the bathroom while she ambushed her date, “but I’m not saying this as a witch—I’m saying this as a sister. Don’t hurt her.” That was as much of a warning as she planned to give, so she plastered on a polite smile after as if they were discussing something as innocuous as the weather.

[billyjukes]

"How long have you been standing there?" -cat binx

It had been months since Jukes had done any proper hunting. This undercover work was stifling at the same as it was eye-opening. The longer he spent around Peter and the lost boys, the more conflicted he was about not only his mission but his entire worldview. Magic, and whether it was really as evil and unnatural as he’d been raised to believe…This was probably the best time for a magical creature to cross his path—any point in the past and he’d have killed the little beast without hesitation the moment he heard a “cat” speaking aloud to itself in English. Even now he tensed up, itching for a weapon he didn’t have on him. He didn’t want to talk to this thing. But now there was a little voice inside him that made him pause. What a stupid thing to grow this late in his life, a conscience..."The hell 're you?"

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[liildenniison]

Hearing the sound of a twig crushing behind her, a half smirk couldn’t help but make it’s way onto Dani’s face as the sound of footsteps came closer. She could tell that they were trying to be sneaky, and if it weren’t for the fact that the weather was starting to get chiller and more leaves and twigs were starting to fall, than maybe they would have succeeded. But the redhead knew this person really well by now, and even without the sound of some twig accidentally being crushed by their foot, she would’ve still known it was them. “You know,” Dani began, her gaze focused on the tree in front of her. Most of the leaves had already started to change into an orangey hue— an instant reminder that the summer season had for sure come and passed. “It’s so much easier to sneak behind someone else's back when you’re a cat than as a human.” She commented, finally shifting her gaze away from the trees as she turned around. At the sight of Binx, the redhead grinned. “But finally you’re here! Any longer and I would’ve been waiting out here for you for over an hour!” ( @nctahousecat )

[slightlyconceited]

"Why do people call you that?" -cat binx

“Later, Slightly!”

“See ya!”

With his friend already halfway to the next street corner, he was about to carry on his way when another somewhat familiar voice spoke up. “Oh, it’s just a childhood nick—” His answer cut off short, however, as he stopped to stare at the apparent source of the question. Which was a cat. A talking cat. Who had spoken to him so casually that it felt like Slightly was supposed to respond in kind, otherwise he’d be rude. Did he know this cat? Was he being gaslighted into thinking that he knew this cat, that a cat speaking with a human voice was not an extraordinary event?

Well, he had seen enough magic not to be totally freaked out, but it was still disorienting. He couldn't let this throw him off his rhythm though! “Wha—uh…I mean, my orphanage name was Sylvester which was a mouthful, so the other boys called me Sly, and Slightly just kinda evolved from that, so…Um. What about yours? Cause your name is…pretty interesting too, right?” Just like running into an acquaintance whose name he’d forgotten: try to trick them into revealing it without letting them know he didn’t know.

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