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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[orlandomuse.livejournal.com]

Orlando looks disappointed, but nods. "It's your decision. I'm not scared of you." I'm scared of what's living in you, but if you'd only let me help, we could beat it.

"So, where are you going to live?" He tries to act casual.

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

Clay bites his lip.
I'm not sure. I guess I could always get a room at the place where Ranuccio lives. Or maybe - find someplace closer to the forest.

He sighs.

I miss the forest.

[orlandomuse.livejournal.com]

Orlando nods sympathetically. "Maybe there are cabins you can rent or something. Or maybe Ran can help you with a room there. He seems to like you a lot."

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

Clay smiles at him.

Yes. Ran - understands.

He frowns a little.

I should probably try to see if I can find a steady job somewhere as well.

[orlandomuse.livejournal.com]

Orlando nods, thoughtfully. "I'm sure there's construction work here. Would you like for me to ask Evan Kasparov if he knows of any? He's been very helpful to me."

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

Clay looks at him, eyes wide.

Evan?

[orlandomuse.livejournal.com]

Orlando looks a little shamed. "Yeah, Evan. I know he associates with that... thing," he spits out, "but Evan is a decent person. He respects you considerably, and he's been kind to me. He just bought his lover a farm, and maybe they could use help on it."

He hopes Clay doesn't get angry with him for suggesting it.

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

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.