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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[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.