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[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Cy appears on the plane in a huddle, muttering to herself. She looks ill. Everything about her seems dull, like someone took an eraser to a sketch of a gray cat and couldn't scrub the image away.]

I don't like this. I don't like this, ladies and gents.

[She sneezes, and there's a flash of light around her. She curls into a ball and starts shivering.]




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Comments

[didorothy]

[trying to focus on the second voice]

You said it was your favourite word, didn't you? Or at least you acted like it was. Pretty sure you attacked my leg shouting 'bosh' at least once.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Stands up, bracing her paws against the plane. Slightly louder:] Such terrible things. He took her from the small, warm place that smelled like home, to the cold, white table and the lights that burned her eyes.

[didorothy]

[stubbornly addressing Cy]

Great, we were both in hospital. And it looks like both of our doctors could do with a bit of a boshing from Gene Hunt at that.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Her eyes glitter; she opens her mouth--]

Bosh. [So saith Cy. She sits down, wide-eyed and tired-looking.] Bosh a nonce.

[didorothy]

[smiling, relieved]

No, Cy. You shouldn't be boshing anyone.

[tries to pick her up again]

Can you kip a bit, Cy?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Dangles, purring.] Bosh a Nancy? Bosh a poof.

[Sleepy blink.] Kippers.

[didorothy]

Oh, now even the cat's calling me gay.

[pets her]

That's right. Take a nap. Sleep it out.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Solemnly] Gaiety is the soul's health; sadness is its poison.

[She yawns massively and cuddles against him.]

[didorothy]

Lucky me, then.

[d'aww, cat yawn. Petting time now!]

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Her purr sputters and dies out as she falls asleep.]

Bosh.

[didorothy]

Good girl.

[smiles and sits with her]