#cato sicarious

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Cato Sicarius

All Your Fault

All Eyes On Me

[kalle-and-lita]

Kalle: I have decided that I am, in fact, a snack. People are just not hungry.

Cato, under his breath: I'm fucking starving

@tired-space-politician

[tired-space-politician]

[🐈 cat gift] A marine in armour of glimmering white and gold stepped out of a portal, singled one Cato Sicarius out of the crowd, and approached him. "I trust you to do well," The Silver Hawk, Equerry of the Desert Scimitars, said cryptically, placing a small kitten in the captain's hands. He flinched at something behind him that only he could hear, clutched at the aquila chain on his chest, and stepped back through the portal. The kitten, young, was valiantly attempting to climb Cato's arms.

Cato looks extremely confused. "Perhaps the larger striped version of you is feeling maternal enough to raise you. Or a grynx. They usually know what to do with species similar to themselves."

[tired-space-politician]

🐈 Meli silently tucks a soft toy kitten into Cato's bed. It is made of one of Roboute's old shirts and still smells like him.

Cato inspects the cuddly toy to make sure there is nothing dangerous hidden inside. Then curls around it as he sleeps. A smile on his lips as his dreams are peaceful.

[tired-space-politician]

🐈 - Bouddica gives Cato a kitten. It is actually 6ft long, with stippled white fur, massive fangs and a need to scratch at everything with large claws.

Cato takes one look at the beast and wonders if it is a subspecies of grynx. "I will send you to the endangered species care centre. Before some idiot decides to make you into a meal."

[kalle-and-lita]

Kalle: Dating tip: hold the door for your date. Rip the door off its hinges. Use the door as a weapon to fight off other men. Establish dominance.

Aiko: How are you even in a relationship?

Kalle: So on our first date I broke my hand, and I'm now under the firm belief that Cato is afraid to leave me unsupervised.

[kalle-and-lita]

(Send '💆' for your muse to play with my muses hair.) Cato gently brushes Kalle's hair, and then Aiko's immense floof. Switching between the two every few minutes. (@ tired-space-politician)

The moment Cato's fingers run through Kalle's hair a deep sigh escapes his chest. The book he'd been reading is momentarily forgotten as he enjoys the gentle sensation and attention.

Aiko, busy with her model painting, barely seems to acknowledge that someone is touching her hair. The only sign being the occasional lean into Cato's touch. Otherwise, fierce half pitched eyes remain narrowed upon her project, tongue stuck out between her teeth in concentration.

[tired-space-politician]

Roboute has a nice booty.

Anon is turned into the finest mincemeat and then burned in sanctified promethium. Cato will not let those who bother his primarch live.