Orlando's kitten

[mute_clay]

Clay knocked. He still had the key but - he remembered, if vaguely, how scared Orlando had looked the last time he saw him. Knocking seemed more appropriate.

He was carrying a basket with two unhappy kittens, Darth Maul and Julie.

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Clay looks away, eyes darkening.
I don't like him.

{- Ancient one. Yes. Knows. Yes.}

He looks back at Orlando. I'll think of something.