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[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[And here's Cy amidst what appears to be... a large flock of electric-blue butterflies. They hover and dart, leaving little streaks of light in their wake, sizzling and crackling as they pass each other or come close to the little cat purring in their midst. One comes close to her nose and she snaps at it; it dissolves in a burst of green light.]

Where do you fly to, butterfly blue? Don't leave me behind, love, take me with you...



[ooc note: The sparklies may not have felt like anything, but these little guys will give you a bit of a shock if you touch them]

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[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Continues, but moves his hand from her ear to her chin.] I'm not so fond of the bite.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Chiiiiin] You gonna eat some?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Yes, chin. :|b] I wasn't planning to.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

Then it's okay! Right?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

So long as they don't touch me again.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[She is giving you a MRRT face now, Ianto.] Don't you like a brush with danger?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Oh, Cy. You're dealing with the only member of Team Torchwood who doesn't. :|b] Not really.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

Oh. [Well, that's good enough for her. So when another one of the butterflies comes hovering toward him, she jumps up and snaps at it before it can land.]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Cy, why must you be so cute? He grins for a moment, before picking her up.]

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Weee, squirm! She starts purring.]