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Date Posted: 21:01:15 04/09/02 Tue
Author: Slerin::Yshasha::Chirrs
Subject: ...

Slerin have a satisfied smile at the Chirr's purr of pleasure. The game they played was simple, he would toss one of the balls and the male would bat it back to him. Unlike Yshasha he had no skill at juggling, so their game was rather simple. The male made small sounds of playful contentment, and then Slerin's hair swings forward. With a small "mrowl" the male lunges forward, his interest caught. Slerin winces as sudden pain invades his skull, attempting to disentangle the Chirr's paws from his chestnut mane. "Well that hurt." The pain dulls, slowly fading to nothing, and he attempts to keep his playmate back while rubbing his sore scalp. Realizing that just one ball will probably not attract the chocolate male's attention, he starts a spiral of two balls, hoping that will entertain him. They do, and the Chirr starts a whirling 'dance'. I hope Niyia don't get motion sickness, because the way he's going, it looks likely.

A giggle rises in Yshasha's throat, she raises her eyes from the two males she'd attracted with the circling of her juggling balls. The tricolor seems particularly entranced by a cinnamon scented ball. Almost sleepy in their play, "her" Chirrs mrowl expressively at their game. Yshasha absently juggles three balls, their rhythym hypnotic. Her eyes follow until the tricolor knocks them down, breaking her daze. His brother pounces immediately on the few three she dropped. Both look up as she shakes her head in mock exapseration, their expressions innocent. "Why are you not playing?" they ask her. Amusement at their feline antics prompts another laugh.

They must be a good influence for her, Slerin thinks. I have never heard her laugh quite as much. Good. Irony is amusing, but Yshasha needs to open up. A petulant noise rises from his companion, and he returns his attention to the Chirr.

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