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Calpurnia is no feral alleycat. Much like Purrseus, she’s a blue-ribbon purebred. Though raised in the (almost literal) gutters, she has come to expect a certain degree of pampering. She goes so far as to avoid the sorts of places her parents hung out—-seedy dive bars, churches, and cheap casinos.
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This distaste is briefly visible as she pushes through the sliding door. But, as quick as it appears, the look of displeasure is replaced with a cordial, indulgent smile. A different sort of mask to the one Absinthe sports but a mask all the same. After pausing to pluck a drink from a serving platter, the scientist makes her way to the seated woman.
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“Absinthe~<3!” Her voice is a kitten’s purr. “A pleasure to see you darling.” The cat at her side blinks golden eyes in greeting. After a brief pause, the woman lowers herself into a chair across from her. She takes a sip from her cup.
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She’s come here straight from a day at the lab. “I’m absolutely famished; does this hole have anything decent on the menu?” Her lips perk up as she leans across the table. Her tone grows flirty. “Aside from the eye candy, of course.”

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She can see that irritation. It’s visible in the knitting of the other woman’s brow. And it gives Calpurnia no small amount of pleasure. If she cannot get someone to appreciate her, it’s better to be hated. At least that means you made an impression. The only sign she acknowledges that irritation is the slight upturn of her lips.
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The woman’s hand hovers over the menu for a moment before she turns to the appetizers. “You're right. What a pity.” After a moment, she abandons it. All of that grease would not agree with her. Perhaps she’ll just whip up a smoothie or quick salad when she gets home. There should still be something worth eating in the fridge. “I suppose underground would mean no health inspections.”

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As Absinthe contemplates the dingy hole, Calpurnia gently scratches her kitty’s head. The old man purrs beneath her fingers. Big golden eyes flick up toward the table where her half-emptied cup sits. The scientist chuckles, seemingly missing what Absinthe said. “What a lush you are, Purrsy.” She halves the fruity drink into an empty water glass before setting it on the floor.
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Partially because she enjoys testing dour people’s patience.

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“There were some inquests into sleep when I was with the League. Creating an army that never slept, for instance.” The capitalist gears would prefer to grind at all hours of the night after all. “But do tell me exactly what you're after”

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Purrseus meets Absinthe’s green eyes with a slow blink. It is a sign of trust among felines, a great honor to those in the know. He offers it in hope of another drink.

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The woman listened to Absinthe with veiled interest. A violet eyebrow rises in surprise as details are laid before her. “I see.” She hums Mister Sandman beneath her breath. One hand lifts to idly swirl her glass. The liquid of the drink—apparently called a Hoenn Swirl—plays beautifully with the dim lights. Though she doesn’t immediately respond, it’s apparent gears are turning.
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Most of her thoughts, however, are devoted to figuring out why lucid dreaming is so important to Absinthe. Was it because of that jail nonsense a few months ago? An attempt to recapture that power and boundless knowledge? To pry further would likely prove fruitless. People who lived in masks were rarely the sharing sort. “I think Miss Flint is working on something of the sort.” There’s a thoughtful pause. “Honestly, I’d kill for a good night’s sleep.” Five kids made that hard some days.
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At the warning, Calpurnia’s eyes flicker to the mirror behind the bar. It’s obvious these people stick out like sore thumbs. Clothing that looks like someone trying to roleplay a criminal with the tags freshly torn off. Their heads are stiff and they cluster together like mussels on a boat. They also have Pokeballs in their hands. Not wanting to draw attention, Kelpie tries her best to keep the conversation flowing. All this hush-hush silliness just made them look suspicious.
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A heel prods Purrseus’s side as the cat turns his full attention to the feds. “You are way too good for him, honey.” Calpurnia intones to bridge the awkward silence. Shifting slightly in her seat, she tries to sign to Absinthe. Her shoulder blocks the gestures from view. She hopes the woman understands.
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“B-e r-e-a-d-y to r-u-n.” The ability to communicate this way was the only thing she thanked her mother for. That and her good looks.

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