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aRogueOne · 07-09-2021, 01:41 AM

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Originally Posted by Krel Ansell

Conley was about to tell Forrest to call him Conley when the man corrected himself and so Conley found himself standing there with his mouth half-open in a sort of 'durrr' face. To cover, he took a sip of his too hot tea and found himself hissing a little from the burn. When he could speak again, he managed a "Didn't mean to interrupt your thoughts." He raised his teacup in a salute as if he was going to walk on, but then Forrest spoke again. It was perhaps a good thing that Forrest spoke up, because Conley likely would have tripped on the cat. "It's been a non-stop morning. I needed a change of scenery. How are things going with your tree-project?"

"Name him?" Conley glanced down at the cat. The purrs had turned into needy little meows. It seemed he wasn't going to let up until he was sitting in Conley's lap, so inviting himself to sit down at Forrest's table, he pulled out a chair and sat down. The cat immediately jumped up and started rubbing his head against Conley's chin. "If he has a name, I don't know it. And if he needs one, I'm not sure I should give him one. If I do, I'm worried my husband will make me sleep on the sofa for a month." He gave the cat a scratch between the ears. Sachin wouldn't really make him sleep on the sofa...well, not for more then a day or two. But still... he did sorta maybe wish he could bring the cat home. "My daughter would probably love him though. Something new to chase around the house." He chuckled softly at the idea of the two year old toddling along after the cat.

When it came to referring to people by their first name, Forrest had always found it…odd in a way. It felt rude. Unjust almost to simply say their first name when the use of Sir, Madam or Mr was just as easy and for more polite and showed so much more respect. So lost in thought was he that he completely missed the ‘Durr’ face of Mr Singh-Phora. “Nonsense. Nonsense. I wasn’t deep in thought. I was just lost in thought. I would only class it as deep if it was on something of interest but it was only more work-related thoughts,” not that he was calling his work boring. He really did actually enjoy it when he was around the plants and not shut up in his office or attending meetings. “I know exactly what you mean. I’ve been stuck up in my office all morning trying to focus on work. Truth be told, I’ve spent most of it looking out my window at my garden.” Having his window show his garden from home had either been a stroke of genius or an error of judgement. To look at it made him so calm but it also distracted him from his work to no end. So many of the rare and beautiful plants required so much care and attention and had taken him and his wife Jules such a long time to grow that it almost pained him to be away from them.

Blinking a few times, he refocused his attention from his garden and nodded. “Of course. Why not? It seems awfully fond of you for something doesn’t actually belong to you. I think it’s claimed you,” and judging from the meows of the thing, it seemed that it agreed with him too. Giving the man a knowing smile such as only an old and wise grandfather could, Forrest patted his lap and watched as the cruppy jumped back up. To say his heart melted when the cruppy curled into a minute ball and began to snore was an understatement. God help when he got home with the thing. “Your husband may end up making you sleep on the settee but at least you’ll have the cat for company. Or rather, you’ll be in a chair because the cat will take the settee. I don’t know if you’ve ever had a pet before but they tend to take over the whole house and command any space that you want.” That was at least his experience having owned several dogs throughout the years.

“Aha, you have children? How old? What’s her name? My wife and I, we have three but they’ve all left the nest but we seem to have somehow have come into the possession of more. So many grandchildren you wouldn’t believe,” and he wouldn’t change it for the world.

07-09-2021, 01:41 AM	#6 (permalink)
aRogueOne MLE & DERP Puffskein Join Date: Apr 2018 Location: UK Posts: 1,565 Hogwarts RPG Name: Sloane Aubrey Knott Slytherin Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Hooper Ridley-Rush Gryffindor Seventh Year Ministry RPG Name: Jude Joel MacAfee Law Enforcement	Quote: Originally Posted by Krel Ansell Conley was about to tell Forrest to call him Conley when the man corrected himself and so Conley found himself standing there with his mouth half-open in a sort of 'durrr' face. To cover, he took a sip of his too hot tea and found himself hissing a little from the burn. When he could speak again, he managed a "Didn't mean to interrupt your thoughts." He raised his teacup in a salute as if he was going to walk on, but then Forrest spoke again. It was perhaps a good thing that Forrest spoke up, because Conley likely would have tripped on the cat. "It's been a non-stop morning. I needed a change of scenery. How are things going with your tree-project?" "Name him?" Conley glanced down at the cat. The purrs had turned into needy little meows. It seemed he wasn't going to let up until he was sitting in Conley's lap, so inviting himself to sit down at Forrest's table, he pulled out a chair and sat down. The cat immediately jumped up and started rubbing his head against Conley's chin. "If he has a name, I don't know it. And if he needs one, I'm not sure I should give him one. If I do, I'm worried my husband will make me sleep on the sofa for a month." He gave the cat a scratch between the ears. Sachin wouldn't really make him sleep on the sofa...well, not for more then a day or two. But still... he did sorta maybe wish he could bring the cat home. "My daughter would probably love him though. Something new to chase around the house." He chuckled softly at the idea of the two year old toddling along after the cat. When it came to referring to people by their first name, Forrest had always found it…odd in a way. It felt rude. Unjust almost to simply say their first name when the use of Sir, Madam or Mr was just as easy and for more polite and showed so much more respect. So lost in thought was he that he completely missed the ‘Durr’ face of Mr Singh-Phora. “Nonsense. Nonsense. I wasn’t deep in thought. I was just lost in thought. I would only class it as deep if it was on something of interest but it was only more work-related thoughts,” not that he was calling his work boring. He really did actually enjoy it when he was around the plants and not shut up in his office or attending meetings. “I know exactly what you mean. I’ve been stuck up in my office all morning trying to focus on work. Truth be told, I’ve spent most of it looking out my window at my garden.” Having his window show his garden from home had either been a stroke of genius or an error of judgement. To look at it made him so calm but it also distracted him from his work to no end. So many of the rare and beautiful plants required so much care and attention and had taken him and his wife Jules such a long time to grow that it almost pained him to be away from them. Blinking a few times, he refocused his attention from his garden and nodded. “Of course. Why not? It seems awfully fond of you for something doesn’t actually belong to you. I think it’s claimed you,” and judging from the meows of the thing, it seemed that it agreed with him too. Giving the man a knowing smile such as only an old and wise grandfather could, Forrest patted his lap and watched as the cruppy jumped back up. To say his heart melted when the cruppy curled into a minute ball and began to snore was an understatement. God help when he got home with the thing. “Your husband may end up making you sleep on the settee but at least you’ll have the cat for company. Or rather, you’ll be in a chair because the cat will take the settee. I don’t know if you’ve ever had a pet before but they tend to take over the whole house and command any space that you want.” That was at least his experience having owned several dogs throughout the years. “Aha, you have children? How old? What’s her name? My wife and I, we have three but they’ve all left the nest but we seem to have somehow have come into the possession of more. So many grandchildren you wouldn’t believe,” and he wouldn’t change it for the world.