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Fifty-Third Cross [Voice]
Sep. 24th, 2009 12:45 am[It clicks on. Cecil doesn't wanna get shocked no moar... so he sounds like he's about to say something... but a meow interrupts him.
Cats?
...not just one meow, but a few. Tiny, soft, whiny... babies mewling. After a second of just mewling, there's shushing, because Cecil's trying to quiet them.
It fails.
It takes a few moments before Cecil's abandoned the communicator entirely. There's soft humming, and gentle mewls because, for anyone who's in the apartment, Cecil's gone and sat next to the cats and is holding one, has another in his lap, and is petting the others in turn. It just times out on its own.]
Cats?
...not just one meow, but a few. Tiny, soft, whiny... babies mewling. After a second of just mewling, there's shushing, because Cecil's trying to quiet them.
It fails.
It takes a few moments before Cecil's abandoned the communicator entirely. There's soft humming, and gentle mewls because, for anyone who's in the apartment, Cecil's gone and sat next to the cats and is holding one, has another in his lap, and is petting the others in turn. It just times out on its own.]
