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Originally Posted by
Colley 
Ooooh more food. Cat could appreciate the happy nuzzling that the creature was giving her for food. Food was a very important thing, after all, she totes understood that. She gathered the feed into one of her hands and used the other one to continue petting the pretty thing and when she squealed, which she DID, she tried to not squeal loud enough to scare the poor dears.
"Look! You found your calling. Marcus Branxton: Granian whisperer. Ooooh. Sounds legit." Cat jumped down from her perch and hurried over to grab up Mo's camera. She was getting a picture of this.
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Originally Posted by
Henry Cotterley-Dawlish YOINK. Camera gone.
Can't grab a camera that has disappeared, unfortunately. Bag, camera, and little boy, disappeared into the crowd and away unseen.
See? This
was his calling, wasn't it? Mo turned to grin at Cat for the picture, carefully ducking his head so he didn't get a wing to the ol' cranium, but he nearly fell over anyway when he saw a tiny figure disappearing into the crowd with his camera.
Nonononono. That was his Alice-camera birthday gift from last year, one of the first camera's he'd ever owned and the only one small enough for stuff like this and it was
gone. Mo gave Cat a completely devastated look before pointing in the general direction of his camera. "Come BACK with my camera, you rotten little... rotten thing. I'll call the constabulary immediately." The Aurors, in other words. He knew one
personally.