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 She couldn't believe she was going to be responsible for this sorcerer's cat for an undetermined amount of time. Sure, it would be a nice way to get in with the sorcerers, but she wasn't so sure if she was the best person tolook after his cat. Still. Ambition was what it was, and she wanted certain things. "Alright... I uh... Well, this is weird Mr. Kasun, but I'll do it. So long as she's not going to pee everywhere?" Leila sounded hopeful about that as she reached out to take the cat from him. "How long is this arrangement going to last?" she asked, probably the most pertinent question of them all.
+**pinkgothic**:
+Mateo shook his head, answering the first question. For a moment his mouth opened and the posture of his neck shifted just as though he were going to lean down and lick his cat - which, perhaps, was precisely the urge he was slave to - but then he instead swallowed pointedly, chin moving up in the process, and turned the gesture into speech: "In all honesty, I haven't the faintest idea. If it lasts longer than a week, I promise I'll find another arrangement."
+**Nymphetamine**:
+"And she's gonna be okay with this?" Leila asked, her expression a little dubious. The cat was apparently well behaved and hopefully wouldn't be causing either a mess or damage to her meager furniture. "Well... I guess I can help out. This time." Said as though she hadn't quite believed what she was saying, surprised by herself. "If it's not gonna last more than a week..." She could endure this. Do a favour for one of the sorcerers, maybe get in with them and start her own tutelage, though she wasn't sure how clandestine that might have to be. Now was not the time to ask.
+**pinkgothic**:
+The Peterbald did not wait for Mateo to release her fully and set her down, half squirming, half hopping out of his arms, landing with a natural grace that showed that she was quite accustomed to Mars's lower gravity. She didn't seem to be young enough to have only ever known Mars, but it was evidently where she felt at home now, her tail pointing straight up, the tip a happy curve as she slipped past Leila and into her living space.
+"Thank you," Mateo said, visibly deflating with relief. A sadness twinkled in his eyes as he watched Adhafera inspect the living space. "I'm going to go grab some sleep before it's time for work." It sounded as though he were making a promise. "See you there?"
+It was fairly rare that they //didn't//, seeing as they were both assigned to the greenhouse, although sometimes it took half of the day before they crossed paths. The structure made up at least half of the base, likely more - neither of them had measured, or looked at blueprints - made worse for the various compartments it was cut into to safeguard their oxygen supply from micro-meteorite impacts.
+Air was still expensive up here. It was something of a logistic problem - which mass, exactly, were they planning to use for it? Phobos and Deimos were cute little moons, but barely enough to put a dent into anything. Mateo had mentioned, off-hand, that he and Nyarai were trying to figure out if they could crack the old rule that alchemy either shifted molecular weight or repurposed molecular component parts, but never both, not even in sequence. It wasn't Leila's field of expertise, but she understood enough that if they did crack it, it meant producing atmosphere out of thin air - somewhat more literally than usual.
+But most of the time he was doing grunt work with the soil, less because it was a good use of his time, and more so his brain wouldn't rust completely in the limited academic environment of Mars.
+**Nymphetamine**:
+She watched as the cat, who seemingly knew about their arrangement in an uncanny display of intelligence, jump down from her master's arms and padded into Leila's small room like it knew exactly what she was about. Leila watched with a bit of surprise and then had to attribute that to being a sorcerer's familiar. She gave Mateo a little tight lipped smile, and nodded when he said he'd see her there at work. That wasn't too long from now, but they only had a little bit of overlap, on most days. As a botanist, her duty was seeing to their oxygen producing forest and greenery, and whatever the sorcerers were up to was something of a mystery for her.