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Third Floor Common Room: Morning.

Sawyer had somehow ended up asleep on the third floor common room couch, with a kitten pawing at his hair in an attempt to wake him. It wasn't working.

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((omg the cute that mental image causes))

Seraphim was bored... and he was looking for Phoebe. He didn't find Phoebe at first, but he did find the blonde man that made Phoebe snarl and growl everytime she saw him.

This made Seraphim curious and he jumped up on the back of the couch, staring down at the blonde man and waiting for him to open his eyes.

Lancelot hissed a tad until he calmed himself and went back to swing his paws at Sawyer's hair. Hearing the hiss, Sawyer jumped, he was confused as to why he was on the couch of the common room but anyways, there was a black cat on the back of the couch that was staring at him.

Groaning, he sat up on the couch, running both hands through his hair (which he really needed to get cut) as the kitten pounced around his legs.

If kittens could snicker, Seraphim would have. Instead, he amused himself by pacing along the back of the couch to swat at Sawyer's hands going through his hair.

This was fun. Big blonde man, hissing kitten... Seraphim with hair to annoy.

"What is up with cats today?!" Sawyer muttered under his breath, both Lancelot and this black kitten was swatting at his hair. This had convinced him he'd have to get it cut or he'd go insane from kitens following him everywhere.

Stupid cats.

Seraphim leapt into his lap and started batting at his shirt.

Sawyer sighed and leaned back against the couch, hitting his forehead with the palm of his hand, "Jesus Christ." he huffed, letting the kittens bat and swat at him all they wanted, he wasn't in the mood to move away from them at all.

Seraphim was very much enjoying himself and was climbing all over the big blonde man and swatting at him in random moments.

Lightly picking up the kitten, he let it's arms swing in the air for a while with a small chuckle before setting him on the couch beside him. Lancelot jumped up on the other side, rather posessively.

Seraphim hissed as his paws were made to swing in the air. When the blonde man finally put him down, he swiped at his ribs and meowed angrily, puffing his fur up.

Seraphim did not enjoy swinging like that.

"Woah. Woah. Calm down little puss." he cocked his head at the kitten and then shook his head; cats were weird creatures and he never really had one until Paige brought him Lancelot.

Seraphim jumped into his lap and started climbing up his chest to his shoulder.

Lancelot stared up at the new cat for a moment before deciding this actually looked quite fun and climbing up onto his other shoulder.

It could be suggested he was trying to ruin Sawyer's image, he would deny this under questioning though.

Sawyer thought about this at the same moment, he looked like a friggin' idiot with two kittens on each shoulder (even though they were cute.omg.) but then again...if Paige were to see this, she'd die of the cuteness.

Shame Paige is off being 'Paige Matthews Supa Witch' really isn't it?

Cos now Lancelot is sniffing at Sawyer's hair and licking it, to groom him, gross possibly, a sign of lovem definitely.

"Ahhk. Come on, puss." he picked Lancelot off his shoulder and placed him back on his lap.

Lancelot glared, as much as a cat could anyway.

//I was trying to do you a favor, mom doesn't want a stinky boyfriend//

And yet he then curled up and purred very very loudly before falling asleep.

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Third Floor Common Room: Morning.

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