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OOC: Arr, what the hell. I hope you've got a good plan.
"I found your cat.."
A man with a clean shaved head, steel blue eyes and an odd grin on his face looked back at her, his eyes betraying that he did need her help in some way, though he didn't look like the kind to ask strangers for help.
"It was sleeping in my car and.. err.." He held up one hand, a dozen fresh scratchmarks, blood slowly oozing from them, on his fingers showed that the cat wasn't too happy about strangers.
"Well, your cat.. Flamenco.." For a moment, he looked like he could burts out laughing, "She scratched me. Can I borrow some bandaid or something?"
He put his hand back down to support the cat which had decided to fall asleep in his arms in a very graceful feline way.
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