[He gets a few seconds of a rumbling purr, and then Jon freezes, realizing what he's doing. What... in god's name? He has certain feline instincts, true, but they're not the sort that make him ridiculously affectionate. His ears flatten and his hair begins to fluff up as he feels his tail bottle-brush in his jeans. Jon pulls away looking more than a little alarmed.]
I- Don't- I'm not- Uh.
[He crouches to snag his hat and try to shove that back on.]
Sorry. I-I don't know what came over me. Here. Here the bracelet. Charm. Thing.
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I- Don't- I'm not- Uh.
[He crouches to snag his hat and try to shove that back on.]
Sorry. I-I don't know what came over me. Here. Here the bracelet. Charm. Thing.
[He's fumbling to unlatch it from his wrist.]