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[arrives, out of breath and dripping several flavors of pudding]

I told him not to mess with the pudding tap. [licks a finger] Not half bad though.

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[Allows herself to be lifted by puddingy hands onto a puddingy shoulder and proceeds to lick a puddingy face. She is in puddingy heaven.] Tastes like tasty, Thunderpants!

It should. It's every flavor of pudding we've got and one they were keeping for a special occasion.

[Lick, lick, lick. She wraps her paws around his head and starts cleaning his scalp.] I'm a special occasion!

[sdfg tickly cat tongue is tickly] I suppose you are, today.

Always, Thunderpants!

All right, all right.

What's with the Thunderpants?

[Objects to the towel by waving one paw at it absently, claws out, while she continues licking his head.] You're with them, pardner.

I dunno about that, who's 'they'?

The Thunder Gods, the Lords, the Walkers Outside of Time. [Stops a moment to consider the Capital Letters, then goes back to licking his head.]

Ah, that they. Though, to be fair, mostly I- we do a lot of walking in and around time.

[Crosses her eyes, looking at the bit of pudding on her nose.] Maybe, pardner, but it's the bright sky fires in the dark spaces, the periods in history's textbook, them's the bits that no-one knows, 'cept the Walkers Outside of Time. You call something a name by its special, eh? Your special's that--the wide, dark space, alone.

[scoops that bit of pudding off with his finger] But every now and then, I like to pretend.

[Noooo, her pudding! She grabs at his finger.]

[is grabbed!] Careful, no claws.

[Turns her whiskers forward in a kitty smile and flexes her claws. Because she has fun being evil every once in a while.] Blood pudding!

No!

[Hiss! Quasi-feral kitty DOES NOT LIKE BEING SCOLDED. She slips in pudding and falls off his shoulder.]

[quickly stifles a laugh]

[Hauls herself to her feet with a cat's affronted dignity and Ignores him as regally as a stocky, runty tabby cat can. She starts licking herself off.]

[yeah, he's pretty amused] Meant to do that, did you?

[IGNORES.]

[will continue to grin until acknowledged because he is an ass like that]

[WILL CONTINUE TO IGNORE well for a second or two anyway 'cause she's ADD like that. There is pudding on her tail and she cannot reach it. CHASE.]

[stiiiiiiiill just grinning and wiping away some pudding that helpfully decided to drip in his eye]

[CHASECHASECHASE woah dizzy, and there's the Doctor's foot in her face.] Watch where you're walking, Thunderpants.