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Branzy should be used to seeing Clown like this, but it's just so adorable to see the deadliest player being all sweet, and wearing cat ears with little bells, and playing with his stuffies! It's such a stark contra... Ope! Okay, and now Clown is circling in on his stuffed animals like they're prey.... Alright, so, not so different — still adorable though! Also, yes, he got a picture, and no, he will not being telling anyone that.
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Even though Branzy offers to watch Clown a lot, he had quickly figured out that the little is mostly self-sufficient and actually disliked most attempts Branzy made to play with him. Because of this, most of his time watching Clown is spent messing around on his communicator while occassionally glancing up to see what the kitty is up to (it's usually something adorable). This time is slightly different as he feels a tug on his sleeve.
When he looks over he is met with Clown crouching beside the bed he's lounging on. The little looks at him curiously before laying his chin on the edge of the bed.
"What'cha doing, buddy?" Branzy offers his hand for Clown to hold.
Clown takes Branzy's hand and sets in his hair. "Pet." Usually a demand from the deadliest player would be at least a little menacing (even if Branzy is his favorite), but there's this lilt in his voice and Branzy just wants to pinch his cheeks and tell him how adorable he is!
He can't help but coo. "Awww, come 'ere." Branzy moves so that he's facing him better and he starts running his fingers through Clown's hair while being careful as not to disturb his headband.
"I could kill you, you know." It sounds rather embarresed and pouty.
On some level Branzy is aware that this is true to an extent. However, he also knows just how many reasons Clown doesn't want to kill him so just like most of his other threats, he doesn't take it to heart. "Oh, yes, you could! You're just the deadliset kitty ever, huh?" Of course he gives Clown more pets and Clown (surprisingly) seems content with that answer. "Do you want to come up here with me?"
Clown eyes him sceptically but gets on the bed regardless. He curls up in Branzy's side and quickly gets wrapped in a blanket. "If I were to eat you, I'd start with your eyeballs."
To say he was not a little off put by that would be a lie, but Branzy chuckles as he pulls the purrito closer to himself. "Okay, Clown." And with a forehead kiss they stay like this until Clown drifts off to sleep at Branzy's side.
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