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“Hullo, this is Martin K. Blackwood’s mobile. I’m not here at the - oh god what are you - Yuzu get that out of your mouth this instant - “

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[ Martin’s eyes go wide with shock, then delight. ]

Is that - the Admiral?

I-it is, yes.

[He's SO SQUIRMY and meowing helplessly. The pawdacity of what is being done to him. How dare, he is dying can't anyone tell- No he's fine, just cold in Jonah's arms.]

Thought. Maybe a morale boost for Sparrow. They're having a time of it right now and I can't... really help directly myself.

[ Martin reaches out to pet. ]

I mean, they could pet you, but the cat is fluffier.

[If he had any body heat, his face would be red right now. As it is he just gives Martin a look while the Admiral sort of leans up to Martin's hand.]

The cat is indeed fluffier and a better choice.

[ Pets for SUCH a good boy. ]

Well. I didn't say better choice.

No, but I did.

[Who could choose the Archivist over a perfect angel ginger who is purring up a storm at all the attention??]

[ Well. maybe Martin sometimes, but for now ...

yeah the cat wins. ]

I suppose we ought to head back then.

Yes. I think it will... really help some so long as no one is allergic.

[Oh god what if is his whole team is allergic.]

Even if so, surely healers can help with that?

Oh perhaps... I hadn't considered that either.

I'm sure it'll be fine.

[Jon "First Plan Best Plan" Sims did it again. But he's walking back to Sparrow now with Martin and the Admiral.]

I do wish they would've brought his carrier with him.

Bit cheap of them, yeah?

[ He keeps petting the cat and staying close. ]

Fortunate that the Admiral is so well-behaved.

Only when he wants to be. I'm sure if I set him down he'd go running until he caused some trouble and then come back as if he did nothing wrong.

Then let's head straight back somewhere safe, yeah?

Yes, um.

[Probably not the smartest to just drop a cat off and leave again-]

Do you think he'd be all right with us at Finch for the night?

Oh! Of course. We can get him settled on my bed, yeah?

Perfect. [Even if the Admiral is mewling pitifully at him. He wants to be free, father.]

I suppose I should check around for things he can eat but it shouldn't be too difficult. There's fish around, right?