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Said space-cat and his attitude would continue being held, the fluff and bluster slowly eking tension from his shoulders; it was quite true that felines were excellent at helping ease stress. With the supportive hold, he was able to stroke lightly at Faust's fluffy ruff, to sink his fingers into the plushness and enjoy the tactile sensation of a warm, furry body shifting in his arms. He's bug-cleaning. That's what Miri calls it, when she sees the videos on the internet.

Faust, naturally, spoke up at Quenton's open-ended offer of visitation, the entirety of which had him trying not to laugh. "Aww, but Quenton's always been nice to me." This was true, though if he'd thought back about it Colin might have remembered that Thraen had initially been cool with him during their first meeting...until he'd offered aid and shown he wasn't a threat. Sunshine-vision was quite rose tinted, it seemed.

"Well, to see you both if you're around." Colin spoke matter-of-factly, they were friends and as such he wanted to see both Quenton and Faust. It made perfect sense to the curly-haired danseur; even if the scarred blond might not understand Colin's reasoning, there was no doubt but that he was going to stick around. Faust likely held no doubts as to why someone would want to persist in being around him, being Faust. The house tour was interesting, especially the part about the false floor and crawl space. "Dreams of portent? So I guess you've had dreams of an awful future too?" Like Kerberos spoke of? Why don't I know any of this? An alternate future where I'm already dead or just don't exist? From the way Kerb spoke, it was better I didn't remember or whatever. The blond looked down at the cat sprawled in his arms and shifted his hold a bit; Faust was boneless and his furry bulk moved easily while he spent a few moments just testing the strange physics-defying properties of the Mauvian-at-rest.

Colin was so pleased for his friend's success. "That's fantastic Q-man, I'm really glad the Catfe has taken off. I'll have to make an appointment or two. I kept meaning to, but with how busy I've been lately between work and work, my schedule's been hectic." Sundays, specifically. "Poor Faust, maybe I'll make friends with one of the regular cats and get it off your paws." Because holding and petting Faust was soothing and delightful. It would also make him have a reason to go home and not stay out forever like an idiot with a sign on his back that said "FIGHT ME".

"Oh, the show we're doing is Swan Lake. Be happy to see that you get decent seats, if you're interested. If not it's fine, I know ballet's not for everyone." Faust would be welcome too...with some finagling.

"You makin' fun o' me over there?" Faust shot Quenton a sharp stare of disapproval. It felt particularly practiced for all the tomfoolery Quenton often pulled when Faust felt tired or lazy. Occasionally the man braved the deepest of scratches to shove him into hoodies, cat carriers, ugly outfits... He had many, many occasions to practice this particularly potent glare.

Faust huffed while he wriggled around in Colin's arms, only pausing when he found a particularly pleasing position. If Colin intended to haul him around through the apartment tour then Faust fully intended to get comfortable. It wasn't terribly often that he was carried around by a full body heating pad - this happened in even less frequency with the opening of the cat cafe - but his enjoyment of not touching the ground for over an hour never faded. He could deal with this. He might even end up getting passed between blondes when one's arms got tired, and his use of heating pads would know no bounds.

So Faust got comfortable to words like Cinderella and Tchaikovsky, and quickly began to doze, as he imagined any student would as soon as five words exited Quenton's mouth. The cat nodded off quickly and soon there lay in Colin's arms a boneless bag of fluff that snored lightly in his inverted position.