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aRogueOne · 07-06-2021, 05:44 PM

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Originally Posted by Krel Ansell

Needing a break from Level 5, Conley decided to come down to level 4 for a cup of tea, and maybe to see if his kitty-cat friend was still around. He still hadn't been able to convince Sachin to let him bring the cat home, but maybe if the cat was still there, he could set a deadline convince his husband to let him bring him home. Sachin, after all, had a soft spot when it came to adopting. Besides, cats were pretty independent right? Surely it wouldn't need all that much looking after. And Duke could certainly use a respite from Radhika constantly chasing him around. It seemed their daughter had learned to walk and two days later she was running and wouldn't sit still.
And speaking of running, Sachin had also recently taken to ~~forcing~~ convincing Conley to join him on his daily runs. Apparently he was getting 'doughy,' despite his weekly swims and all the stairs he took around the Ministry. As a result, Conley was moving a little stiffly and slower then usual. Men in their later years should not be forced to run.

There was a 'merrrow' near his feet the moment he walked into the cafe. It seemed his furry friend was still here. He wasn't sure if he should be relieved or disappointed. "Hello Mister," he said to the cat as he gathered up a cup of tea. The cat wound around his ankles and then trotted along ahead of him as if showing him the way to a table where he fully expected access to the human's lap. Along the way he passed a fellow department head. "Afternoon Forrest," Conley greeted warmly. It was only after he greeted the man that he realized perhaps his vacant look was one of deep thought. Oh dear, had he interrupted some deep thinking?

With his mind on the comings and goings of his department this week, Forrest was truly lost in thought like a child stuck in a maze at the fair. In truth, it was the little cruppy in his lap that actually noticed the other man first and with the wagging of his tail, someone not lost in thought would usually have noticed but not him it would appear.

‘Remember to water the Gravity-resistant tree and make sure it’s getting the correct amount of nutrients. Measure and note down the growth of the tree. Then go and check in with some of the employees and see how they’re doing and offer them some of Jules’ oatty cookies as a…’ “Oh. Good afternoon Mr Singh-Phora. Conley.” Jumping ever so slightly, the cruppy resting on his lap jumped off his lap and stretched, leaning forward first and then back. Leaning forward himself, Forrest stretched forward and yawned before grabbing his coffee and took a few sips as he watched the cruppy stretch with a heart-warming smile on his face.

“How’s your day been Conley?” his eyes moving from the cruppy who was amused by his own wagging tail to the little cat who seemed to be at as rubbing itself up against Conley’s legs lovingly almost like it knew him. Nodding towards the cute little thing, he smiled and asked “Does it have a name? Because it sure seems like it wants you to name it.” How he would love to take care of most of the creatures in the room and he would too if it were not for the fact that he was in fact here and not at home. And also, his wife would kill him if he brought them home for her to look after along with the grandchildren. Then again, his grandchildren would love him even more.

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aRogueOne MLE & DERP Puffskein Join Date: Apr 2018 Location: UK Posts: 1,569 Hogwarts RPG Name: Sloane Aubrey Knott Slytherin Fourth Year	Quote: Originally Posted by Krel Ansell Needing a break from Level 5, Conley decided to come down to level 4 for a cup of tea, and maybe to see if his kitty-cat friend was still around. He still hadn't been able to convince Sachin to let him bring the cat home, but maybe if the cat was still there, he could set a deadline convince his husband to let him bring him home. Sachin, after all, had a soft spot when it came to adopting. Besides, cats were pretty independent right? Surely it wouldn't need all that much looking after. And Duke could certainly use a respite from Radhika constantly chasing him around. It seemed their daughter had learned to walk and two days later she was running and wouldn't sit still. And speaking of running, Sachin had also recently taken to ~~forcing~~ convincing Conley to join him on his daily runs. Apparently he was getting 'doughy,' despite his weekly swims and all the stairs he took around the Ministry. As a result, Conley was moving a little stiffly and slower then usual. Men in their later years should not be forced to run. There was a 'merrrow' near his feet the moment he walked into the cafe. It seemed his furry friend was still here. He wasn't sure if he should be relieved or disappointed. "Hello Mister," he said to the cat as he gathered up a cup of tea. The cat wound around his ankles and then trotted along ahead of him as if showing him the way to a table where he fully expected access to the human's lap. Along the way he passed a fellow department head. "Afternoon Forrest," Conley greeted warmly. It was only after he greeted the man that he realized perhaps his vacant look was one of deep thought. Oh dear, had he interrupted some deep thinking? With his mind on the comings and goings of his department this week, Forrest was truly lost in thought like a child stuck in a maze at the fair. In truth, it was the little cruppy in his lap that actually noticed the other man first and with the wagging of his tail, someone not lost in thought would usually have noticed but not him it would appear. ‘Remember to water the Gravity-resistant tree and make sure it’s getting the correct amount of nutrients. Measure and note down the growth of the tree. Then go and check in with some of the employees and see how they’re doing and offer them some of Jules’ oatty cookies as a…’ “Oh. Good afternoon Mr Singh-Phora. Conley.” Jumping ever so slightly, the cruppy resting on his lap jumped off his lap and stretched, leaning forward first and then back. Leaning forward himself, Forrest stretched forward and yawned before grabbing his coffee and took a few sips as he watched the cruppy stretch with a heart-warming smile on his face. “How’s your day been Conley?” his eyes moving from the cruppy who was amused by his own wagging tail to the little cat who seemed to be at as rubbing itself up against Conley’s legs lovingly almost like it knew him. Nodding towards the cute little thing, he smiled and asked “Does it have a name? Because it sure seems like it wants you to name it.” How he would love to take care of most of the creatures in the room and he would too if it were not for the fact that he was in fact here and not at home. And also, his wife would kill him if he brought them home for her to look after along with the grandchildren. Then again, his grandchildren would love him even more.