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"How am I supposed to know what the poultice is for when you don't say anything about it?" His reply was curt, smooth. He was fed up with this bullshit, but his ears pricked up in amusement when Kold addressed him as a little kitty. "I like you. You're funny." He drawled, noticing the change in her face but choosing not to comment on it. So she could make her eyes flashy? Pretty cool, but Jor looked back, his blue optics lightening until they became pale, almost like transparent ice. Two could  play  that game.
The Maurader(who cares who he was talking to, Kold?) then decided to throw the cloth at him the lazy way. Supposed to look cool or something? The panther shrugged, and caught it with a paw. "Well I didn't know that either." He retorted with a smile.

#psychosocial.