[There is a drawer on the ground, and in the ground is a grey dark cloud of a cat, so thickly furred that Zenyatta does not realise how small and thin she truly is beneath it all until he notices the distended bulk of her belly against her frame. Gabriel kneels over her in a fashion he can only describe as fretful.]
Oh, my.
[He sounds calmer, perhaps, than he should, but it is the very least he can offer this most tense and unexpected of situations. Without a second thought he sinks gracefully onto his knees, though some part of him must be mindful enough to avoid brushing up against the man on the way.
This close, like the beating of butterfly's wings, he can all but feel the fluttering of the creature's heart- and of each tiny heart within.]
She is exhausted. [Zenyatta's voice swoops with pity. He reaches out with one hand, thumbs gently across the cat's tufty ears, then palms a harmony orb from the air for her.] But she is close.
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Oh, my.
[He sounds calmer, perhaps, than he should, but it is the very least he can offer this most tense and unexpected of situations. Without a second thought he sinks gracefully onto his knees, though some part of him must be mindful enough to avoid brushing up against the man on the way.
This close, like the beating of butterfly's wings, he can all but feel the fluttering of the creature's heart- and of each tiny heart within.]
She is exhausted. [Zenyatta's voice swoops with pity. He reaches out with one hand, thumbs gently across the cat's tufty ears, then palms a harmony orb from the air for her.] But she is close.