[He barely finishes that last sentence before Clover is crying again, even louder this time. Her meows are long, shrill, but sad, and enough to pull at Tifa's heartstrings. Enough to make her fight back a tear while she gathers up the blankets from the floor and sets it all down on the bed. The kitten hops up and stares at Eustace, drilling a hole right through his eyes.]
... Are you sure?
[Her head tilts, and her brows furrow into a frown when Clover turns and meows at her.
This is going to take a long time.]
That doesn't seem very comfortable for hi—
[MEEEOOOOOOOWWWWWWW! (Not on the floor! On the bed with me and Tifa!)
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... Are you sure?
[Her head tilts, and her brows furrow into a frown when Clover turns and meows at her.
This is going to take a long time.]
That doesn't seem very comfortable for hi—
[MEEEOOOOOOOWWWWWWW! (Not on the floor! On the bed with me and Tifa!)
This one's got quite the mouth on her!]