You'll probably have better luck than me. I'm not really good with names.
[Took him a while get Eria's, and that was after throwing like fifty different suggestions and playing something like twenty questions with her.
At first the kitten remains distracted, by Eustace, but she pauses when she catches the whiff of something yummy along with the light clink of the bowl on the floor nearby. Instantly she looks up... ...And then hides behind Eustace's leg because the lady. But just like Eustace, her little belly betrays her with the low rumble, causing her to shrink back even further.]
...C'mon, you need to eat. It's good, I promise.
[He lightly strokes the kitten's head before gently pushing her little butt forward and standing. Instantly the kitten latches onto his leg instead, and it's a good thing he's still wearing boots or that might have hurt a bit. Sighing he just...slowly walks towards the table, passenger in tow. Once there he pries her off and gently sets her down by the bowl, ignoring her sobbing mews of protest as he sits down in the chair right next to her.
Eustace might seem mean, but he knows—and is proven when that delicious smell overcomes her fish and she first paws at the bowl...then noses it...and then takes one little lick before starting to hungrily lap it up.]
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[Took him a while get Eria's, and that was after throwing like fifty different suggestions and playing something like twenty questions with her.
At first the kitten remains distracted, by Eustace, but she pauses when she catches the whiff of something yummy along with the light clink of the bowl on the floor nearby. Instantly she looks up... ...And then hides behind Eustace's leg because the lady. But just like Eustace, her little belly betrays her with the low rumble, causing her to shrink back even further.]
...C'mon, you need to eat. It's good, I promise.
[He lightly strokes the kitten's head before gently pushing her little butt forward and standing. Instantly the kitten latches onto his leg instead, and it's a good thing he's still wearing boots or that might have hurt a bit. Sighing he just...slowly walks towards the table, passenger in tow. Once there he pries her off and gently sets her down by the bowl, ignoring her sobbing mews of protest as he sits down in the chair right next to her.
Eustace might seem mean, but he knows—and is proven when that delicious smell overcomes her fish and she first paws at the bowl...then noses it...and then takes one little lick before starting to hungrily lap it up.]