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[Julie's coughing slightly as the feed turns on, a deep cough that sounds like it hurts. With the grimace that follows, it probably does. She clears her throat once or twice, groaning a bit before she plays that off and acts like she's totally one hundred percent okay. Nothing to see here. Just a blond girl in a blue hoodie with a basket of laundry on the bed behind her that she decided she didn't feel like folding and putting away.]

Question for anyone that wants to answer.

[Oh, Julie. Your voice sounds terrible. It's all scratchy and raw.]

What's your favorite movie? The last one I saw in theaters, I was seven. There really haven't been any new releases since.

[Because Zombies.]

And since I have a day or so off, I'd love some recommendations.

[There's a faint mew from behind her and a kitten peeks over her shoulder where it had been hiding in the hood of her sweatshirt. It wants the device. It must have the device. Crouched on her shoulder, it growls and wiggles before pouncing and...missing entirely.

Julie's laugh turns into a cough as she reaches both for the kitten and to turn the device off. Shes done.]

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[There is no reply to her network post.

There is just a knock on her door twenty minutes later.

Really Julie?]

[Julie's not expecting guests so the Julie Peter gets is one dressed in sweatpants, a tank top and her hair is wet from a shower. Oh. Well, then. She sort of stares at him for a moment, watching him carefully before stepping back to let him in.]

You realize if you get this...whatever it is...I'm not taking care of you?

[See that smirk? That smirk means she's full of shit. Behind her on a shelf is a small, multi-colored kitten who is mewing loudly at what's going on.]

[Peter seems entirely unphased by her state of dress. She's sick, okay. Honestly, he'd actually be a little surprised at anything else. He steps into her place with a shrug of his shoulders.]

I'll be fine. You, on the other hand, need a friend to look after you. I brought food, alcohol, and bad movies.

[His gaze flicks to the shelf, arching an eyebrow.] You got a cat?

[Julie turns to look at the kitten on the shelf, smiling a bit as she heads over to the ball of fur. She scoops Paintbrush up, hugging the feline close.]

R found her. Day after the Boneys attack. It's a birthday gift.

[Paintbrush flails for a moment, twisting until she's on her back. Julie repositions her arms, allowing the kitten more room to move.]

What movies did you bring?

She's cute. But, gypsies have a thing for cats, you know.

[He's only half-teasing. He reaches out, teasing the kitten with those slender fingers near her nose.]

Love Actually, Men in Black, and Mean Girls. You tell anyone and I'll disown you; they're awesome, okay?

[But he's grinning at her.]

[Julie's quiet, watching Paintbrush swat at Peter's fingers before the kitten starts showing signs that she clearly wants down. Julie bends, setting her on the floor carefully and the kitten makes a dive for a red hoodie that's sitting nearby. R's hoodie. The kitten practically lives in it.]

I've never heard of any of those movies, so your secret is safe with me.

Good. I'll heat up the food, and you can pick which one we're watching first.

[He grins as his eyes follow the kitten. He misses his own; a kitten that reminded him of the one that he'd lost. Fetchit. Name of every cat he'd ever had, grey as every cat he'd ever had.]

My mother used to make this every time I was sick. It took me a bit to figure out how to make it on my own.

[Luckily he'd had some in the fridge or it would have taken him a bit longer to show up.]

Alright.

[Julie settles on the floor, back against the end of her bed. She sets the movies down in front of herself, turning them over one at a time to read them. Paintbrush comes back out and decides it's a good time to follow Peter. Julie watches this with a grin.]

You have a buddy.

[And back to picking out movies for a moment before MiB is held up.] This one. It sounds awesome.

[He huffs a sound of amusement, casting a gaze back to the kitten with a hint of amusement.]

It's a gypsy thing. We attract cats.

[He looks at her movie choice and nods in approval.]

Excellent taste. Set it up and I'll heat this up.

[Paintbrush meows loudly, more a weird squeak than an actual meow, but the feline is very happy right where it is.

Julie simply nods and heads to the DVD player, setting the movie up before settling on the couch.]

What did you bring, anyway?

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