Whether or not Vandelin will ever admit that he could use any of the things Anders now lists, the reasoning doesn't matter. The squirming little kitten frees himself further still, flicking his marmalade ears as the towel brushes against them, and Vandelin reaches immediately out to gather the bundle into his arms, half in love already.
"That's not good," he murmurs, the problem still registering through his distraction, even as he begins to scritch under the kitten's chin with delicate fingertips. "I do hope it's only a fluke..."
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Whether or not Vandelin will ever admit that he could use any of the things Anders now lists, the reasoning doesn't matter. The squirming little kitten frees himself further still, flicking his marmalade ears as the towel brushes against them, and Vandelin reaches immediately out to gather the bundle into his arms, half in love already.
"That's not good," he murmurs, the problem still registering through his distraction, even as he begins to scritch under the kitten's chin with delicate fingertips. "I do hope it's only a fluke..."