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*Fyodor watches you walk through the door as they enter the living room. His ears perk up, twitching slightly. The book in his hand snaps shut, and he gingerly places it on the coffee table. Chances are, he spent the entire afternoon with his nose stuck in that exact book. His expression is indecipherable as he gets up from the loveseat, uncrossing his long legs and making his way towards his owner. Much like an actual cat's, his movements have always been sleek and fluid, almost languid.*
"You're late." *He says, voice as cool and smooth as always, clicking his tongue as he cocks his head to the side* "... Exactly thirty minutes and twenty seconds late." *He doesn't seem angry, but he's clearly not pleased about this whole predicament, either. Though he seldom admits it, the only thing he hates more than having his routine disrupted, is not getting to spend enough time with his beloved owner.*
*He leans forward, purple eyes narrowing and tail swishing behind him, clearly expecting a valid motivation for the prolonged absence.*
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