Gin would glare at the black and white cat from the other side of the car. While five had appeared to swamp Effy, a couple had appeared from elsewhere to swamp him. Two of them had jumped onto his shoulders and were clinging on carefully, rubbing their faces against his. But Gin couldn't quite help himself as he let out a small huff, slowly reaching his hands up to pet both of the tan Siamese cats as they began to purr loudly with contentness at being petted. "Right?" He says with a bit of a laugh. "They are all real sweethearts though." He murmurs, quickly locking the car before carefully making his way around the VW Bug, the two cats still on his shoulders, now both peering at Effy. 

He still eyes the cat a bit wearily, managing out a bit of a laugh. "Ruuuude." He says towards the cat Effy, and quickly the two cats that rested on his shoulders stopped peering at Effy and began to purr and rub themselves all over his face again as if trying to comfort him from the sudden jealousy... over a cat. Maybe it was because what had happened not even a full hour ago, or maybe he had always just been a bit jealous when others touched her. 

"Wow. Don't you two look like complete crap." A voice suddenly begins as a rather tall man starts to make his way over towards them, heading from behind the church it seemed. There were even more cats following the strange fellow, all of them just following along rather happily and contently. Tucked into the front pocket of his shirt was large, and a kitten had its head poking out. From a quick glance the man looked exactly as he had all those months ago, and in reality, Gin wasn't surprised. 

"Ah, Flauros, my fri-" And before he could finish speaking, both of the cats simultaneously headbutted Gin. He just sort of stood there, now blinking. 

"You, what are -you- doing here? Do you know how troublesome you are, what trouble you always bring?" Flauros would be glaring holes into Gin as he continued to walk towards them, but eventually he comes to a stop before he crosses the street, glancing towards Effy. "And you." He starts, no longer glaring. In fact, it looked like he had completely switched faces. There was a painfully friendly look to him now as he looks at her. "You look like you need a break. And maybe some tea, or a beer. Maybe vodka."

Flauros lets out a loud sigh before looking back towards Gin. "I hate you. Not in the kidding way, either. I really hate you, you always show up wanting something and I always somehow become obliged to help you." He is silent a moment. "And this time is no different. Come along, the both of you." He simply states before spinning on his heel and heading towards the back of the church, all the cats still following him. He does not even glance back to see if the two are following.