Tiikėri, the Captain's cat, occupied his usual place on the left of the desk. He offered me a feeble meow, proving to be the only one interested in my presence. Or, possibly, the treats he associated it with. Fresh streaks of blue ran through his stunning cinnamon coat, bearing testimony to another joust he’d had with the inkwell. I couldn’t resist a smirk. A mere suggestion that the Captain should harness the almighty shambles of his workspace would get him in a right state every time. Yet the giant fluff ball burrowed tail-deep in privileged documents and knocking things over caused the man
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Yas! God there's so much characterization right there.
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