[b][i] – Leroy[/i][/b]

Nodding in agreement with Seven, he greeted the 2 newcomers with a smile and gestured towards the empty seats around them. “Go ahead, plenty of room around.” Looking at the guy in the neon green tux, Leroy’s smile grew a bit bigger. Without a hint of sarcasm in his voice, he complimented, “Nice tux. Don’t think I’ve ever seen one quite like it.”

A moment later, something else caught his attention. Turning back to Seven, he realized that the bakeneko had changed into his cat-like form and was squirming on the floor in pain. “Sh-t.” Raising a brow, Leroy got up from his seat and walked over to Seven. Looking at the empty tray on the table he scratched his head and said, “Guess you really are more cat than human. That’s unfortunate. Sorry for telling you about chocolate Seven.” There was something clearly odd about Leroy. Although the painter was no longer smiling, he seemed far too calm for someone watching his friend writhing in pain. He didn’t want Seven to die or anything but… The natural sympathy and concern most people would have felt was just not there.

Turning to the two guys that had joined them at the table he pointed at Seven on the ground and asked, “Hey, is there a doctor around here? Or rather, maybe a vet? I think he needs one within the next few hours or he might get liver damage.” A way to help came to mind, but he wasn’t sure how to implement it. Thinking aloud he murmured, “How do you get a cat to vomit anyway? Do I just press down on his stomach or something?”
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[b][i] – Kathy[/i][/b]

Kathy could tell that Crash wasn't really getting much help from her getting up, it was far too effortless to help him up despite the fact he was a lot taller than her. [i]‘I don’t seem that weak, do I?’[/i] She wondered with a slight frown. Then noticing that Crash still hadn't let go of her yet, the momentary frown disappeared completely as the blush on her face returned and deepened. [i]‘S-Should I say something?’[/i] Her thoughts beginning to spin, she ended up just remaining silent and staring at their hands. When Crash let go and thanked her she mumbled, “You're... Welcome…” Closing her now-empty hand into a loose fist, she tried not to think about the slight warmth lingering on her fingers.

“Oh, wait. I’ll be right back as well.” Seeming to remember something, she followed Crash to the door in time to see him hit himself on the forehead. Looking away, she tried to pretend that she didn’t see it. [i]‘Oops. I seem to have impeccable timing to make him even more embarrassed.’[/i] Following him out into the hallway, she cleared her throat and told Crash, “Um, hey. I remembered that you told Oona about a cream that’s good for burns? Do you mind grabbing it while you’re there?” In a slightly quieter voice she continued, “And… Um, since I’m already out here, can I wait for you by your door?” Inwardly, she cringed a little, wondering why she felt the need to ask for permission instead of just offering to wait. [i]‘That wasn’t too strange though, right? Why am I acting so odd around him at times..?’[/i] A small part of her probably knew the answer, but she was too busy pushing that part of her to the very back of her mind to even try to listen to it.