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"Nah, not yet. I wanted to try and get to know my squad a little bit better first. The blue chick with the tentacles for hair has been coming on pretty hard, though." He snorted softly as he shook his head, finishing the last of the inventory change out that he was working on before heading into the next mission.

It was a lot easier to focus on little things like school and video games as opposed to thinking about the odd things that had been happening as of late.... The spyglass that kept appearing in random places around his apartment, for example. He'd thrown it away once only for it to wind up back on the counter. He'd locked it in a box in his closet only to find it in the drawer by his nightstand when he was trying to find the case for his contacts later on the next morning. He'd thought of taking it down to the waterfront and tossing it into the river, but....

The cat came back, it just wouldn't stay away....

His nose wrinkled at the thought as he set the controller down in his lap, rubbing at the bridge of his nose. "Should probably figure out what we want to do for dinner tonight. You are staying for dinner, right?"

He paused the game as he glanced up once he heard the concern in Hart's voice, brow furrowing as his friend drew another phone from his pocket. He tried to mentally trace his way back through their last steps before coming into his flat-- Where had they been that someone could have slipped Hart a phone? Especially a phone that looked like that?

"Do you remember anyone slipping anything into your pocket? I didn't think anyone got that close to you while we were walking, or when we were on the bus earlier. Don't answer it." Even if the phone didn't look threatening, the whole scenario seemed like something out of a bad movie-- the sort that didn't end well for whoever answered the phone.

"Even more of a reason to get rid of that thing." His brow furrowed as he set his controller down on the coffee table. The last thing either of them needed was more of the crazy s**t from the other night. The last thing Hart needed was strange text messages from a cat.

"Cats don't have fingers. Or thumbs. They can't send text messages." Never mind that in this day in age 'speech to text' was now a thing and a talking cat could talk enough for their words to appear on a screen.

"Sounds like a trap."

"Hart. Hartley. You're not really thinking about going to an address that appeared on a phone you don't own to meet up with a talking cat, are you? You-- you realize how nuts all of this sounds, right?" His brow furrowed into a worried line, lips pressed together. He didn't like it. He didn't like any of it, but if Hart was honestly thinking about chasing after this goose he'd be a rotten friend if he let him go alone.

"If you're really thinking about it, I'm not letting you go by yourself."

Afton was sorely tempted to roll his eyes. He was just as tempted to groan and stomp his feet and throw a fit over the idea of Hartley putting himself in danger to go see a cat about some magical stick. It was incredibly uncharacteristic of him, of course. He was usually the one who had the sense of adventure. He was usually the one who tried to make life more interesting... Yet here he was, about to let a talking cat, of all things, ruin that.

"If you think this is something you need to do, yeah. I'm not going to let you just go alone. It's dangerous to go alone, everyone about to embark on a quest knows that." He snorted, glancing back at the television and scooping up the controller just long enough to save the game and shut things down. "As long as I can go on the record saying that I think this is a terrible idea."

Once the television was off he slid his shoes on while patting down his pocket to make sure his wallet was there. Hopefully whatever run-in they had with the cat wouldn't take too long and they could grab dinner while they were out... Assuming no one was waiting to mug either of them and take wallets.

His nose wrinkled as he shook that thought from his head, reaching over to snag his keys from the small table by the front door. The expression on his face shifted to something just a bit more irritated as his fingers brushed against the spyglass; the spyglass that hadn't been by his keys when he'd set them down earlier.

"Fine." He huffed, shoving that into his hoodie pocket as he tugged the door open, ushering Hart out the door. "Lead the way."

"Most coffee shops don't allow cats inside." More proof to go towards the 'it's a trap' side of things, as far as he was concerned. "And how does the cat know you don't have any allergies to anything that might be inside the coffee shop... Or to cats, for that matter." He tucked his keys into his pocket, following after Hartley. He couldn't believe those words had actually come out of his mouth; how paranoid and ridiculous he sounded.

"You want to go because you want to know what's going on and getting information is smart. It's better than me trying to figure out on my own why I can't get rid of this stupid antique spyglass that keeps following me around like it's possessed."