[center][h3]Nino The 'Kitty'[/h3][/center]
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	Nino's eyes narrowed as Lucille cracked Tetu across the head. Contentment. What a satisfying noise. Hearing busy teeth clack together always brought warm thoughts to Nino's mind, when one [i]deserved it,[/i] anyways. The small cat licked its lips and turned to look at Quinn as he he trudged through the crowed and address Lucille. What was this? Another one of those [i]metal men?[/i] Nino had been familiar with the concept of mechanical prosthetic, but seeing one up close was something else. When Quinn's foot clanks against the ground nearby, Nino jolted onto all fours and spun his body around, looking up at the delivery-boy's excitable demeanour. He'd no interest in speaking any further, with so many new faces abound. That recent exchange had squelched his mood. With very quiet paw-steps, Nino positioned himself behind Lucille and waited patiently for her to guide them to this [i]grapevine[/i] place. He wasn't sure exactly why people would gather around a grapevine, but it sounded engaging, even if grapes were particularly [i]toxic[/i] to cats.