#mory no

[moryera-xiv]

“Collared!” Seb/Zenos obvs.

“…is this really necessary? Already half the people who meet us assume our arrangement is—well—something more of the sort befitting th-this type of accessory.”

For all her protests, Mory can’t stop toying with the collar. She never got a good look at the object in Sebastien’s hands before he suddenly pulled it around her neck, but the leather feels a lot softer than she was expecting. Entirely too nice for something he was just carrying around for a practical joke, in her opinion. Perhaps she’ll leave it on a little bit longer…

[emperor-galvus]

“Okay, now if someone tries to come in here and say something weird, you BITE THEM,” Mory says to the royal cat she has scooped up to carry around, with a snap of her pointy little teeth in case kitty doesn’t actually understand strongly-Doman-accented Garlean. “Like that. *Especially* if you hear them say anything about Regula.”

Varis wasn’t entirely sure what he expected to find when he left his room to investigate the chatter in the hall. He paused to stare at Mory for longer than absolutely necessary.

“If any of them say anything about Regula they will find out just how many weapons are actually hidden on me at any one time,” he drawled before slipping back into his room.

The cat continued to do the ‘go limp in the hopes of being too heavy to carry’ thing.