[ Whatever the case, he welcomes Morgana to sleep on his belly, next to him... or even on his face if he must, yes. He stoops down to scritch him between his ears, hoping it'll perk them up again. (His confidence in him is certainly appreciated, too.) ]
Good question.
[ They destroyed a table the last time... mayhaps breaking more furniture was the solution? (That chair would be the first to go.)
Alternatively, ] Attack the imposters. I'll take on the cat, you get the other one.
[ He means it! He gently picks up memory-Morgana and gives him a little shake, then starts prodding him in his super soft belly. He even squeezes his toe beans! It is merciless, and savage.
(And also seems to work. The gross departure from the original continuity of the memory seems to create cracks in it, a bright splinter running down the window like a shooting star.) ]
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Good question.
[ They destroyed a table the last time... mayhaps breaking more furniture was the solution? (That chair would be the first to go.)
Alternatively, ] Attack the imposters. I'll take on the cat, you get the other one.
[ He means it! He gently picks up memory-Morgana and gives him a little shake, then starts prodding him in his super soft belly. He even squeezes his toe beans! It is merciless, and savage.
(And also seems to work. The gross departure from the original continuity of the memory seems to create cracks in it, a bright splinter running down the window like a shooting star.) ]