[center][h3]Nino The 'Kitty'[/h3][/center]
[@Yomojo][@Afro Samurai][@patches]
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	"Curiosity cannot kill, Lucille. It is an emotional prospect, and wields no weapons," Nino barked, padding alongside Lucille, aloof to the dangers that might've lurked all around him. He jumped upon the table that separated Lucille and Quinn, patiently waiting for his order to arrive. Lucille's brief introduction of Quinn's character raised no red flags, and did little to change his first impression of the half-mechanised man. He glanced in his direction as Lucille introduced him in advance and nodded silently.

	"Charmed, Sir toaster," He quipped, "I would prefer that you refrain from referring to me as a [i]cat,[/i] lest you crave to stroke my fur the wrong way." Nino yawned and licked his lips, closing his eyes slowly in contentment. He opened them again and shot Quinn a threatening glance. "And please, keep your [i]appendages[/i] away from me. I've no desire for [i]pets[/i] from the likes of machinery," Nino wretched, still disgusted by Tetu's earlier treatment. The cat's eyes slung towards the aforementioned '[i]gentlemen'[/i] to witness his lyrical talents for a moment before his eyes met the table's surface.

	"That one is indecent," He mewled quietly.