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Got a sick cat?

He gets this look on his face and starts hurking way back in his throat... you have animals? If so, you know the look, I'm sure.

There is a couple of them roaming around the place and we had some back home. *Has a distinct Russian accent*

You ~~smell~~ seem familiar.

*eyebrow raise* I seem familiar? Back home? *because he's not just going to spit out that the accent is familiar. Yeaaaaaah*

Not quite. *Looks at him, tilting his head slowly* You dating a girl named Sasha?

*...* Uh. Yes. I mean... Yes. Dating. Sasha. Why? *fearful look? why would he EVER look... oh yeah, cause this guy looks like he could break him in half-SIDEWAYS, thanks*

*He could instantly see the fear* Sasha Vadik?

*...* Yes. *wonders, a LOT, if he should be running now*

Good, I've been wanting to meet you for awhile now. Thought we should have a talk.

*Offers his hand* I'm Misha, I'm Sasha's older brother. The one looking after her since I'm the only family she has over here in America. *Assessing look, this was the man dating his baby sister after all*

*tries desperately not to choke and sputter, taking his hand and shaking it* I... ah, I guess that makes me Ever. I mean, obviously, I'm Ever. Everett Hughes. Your sister's... boyfriend. Ah. Hello. It's good to meet you?

*Shakes his hand, trying not to chuckle* It's nice to meet you, Ever. *Arches brow* Kill you? Do you plan on hurting my sister, breaking her heart...or getting her pregnant before marriage?

*Yes, he's mean*

*coughs a little* Um. No, sir. I do not plan on hurting her in any way, nor do I plan on getting her... I mean... What? *flails* No. No babies. Condoms. We use... I MEAN... *BRIGHT RED* AHEM.

*yes, he's DYING*

*Tilts his head, a cool assessing look as he crosses his arms over his chest* So...you are having sex with my baby sister. *huh*

*No, he wasn't mad but he didn't get to play scary big brother often and he needed practice for when he was a dad!*

*may actually die* Uh... I... no? I mean? Um...

*he's REALLY contemplating running before he gets hit, really really*

*Nods his head slowly, seems to be considering something. Was it to hit him or not?*

*No* As long as she is on the pill and you use condoms, it should be alright.

*quite visibly relaxes and nods* Absolutely. Doubling up. You have my word. Sir. *flinches a bit, because now he sounds like a suck-up*

*laughs a bit* It's not like I can give you much shit, I've got a pregnant girlfriend. I just don't get to play the role of big brother much and I do feel responsible for her.

But you make her happy and thats working in your favor.

You totally can still give me shit. Really. I expected to be hit, you know. This is way less horrifying. *grins a little* So, Sasha's gonna be Aunt Sasha soon, huh? That's pretty cool.

I try. And I'll do my best to continue to.

No, it's not needed right now. I scared you and that's good unless you do something that means I need to hit you and give you shit. *Smiles back a bit and nods, obviously proud* Yes, she will be, very soon in fact.

Thats all I can ask for. Like I said, she's my baby sister.

You very much scared me. *laughs, hoping he's covering up how TRUE that really was* If I ever hurt her, you can hit me. Seriously. I'd deserve it. She's... amazing. I don't want to ever hurt her for any reason. *grins* Very cool. Congratulations.

*Chuckles a little bit* Good. You're right, she is and you seem like a good guy yourself. So I'll try not to worry you much, just be glad you didn't meet our father first. *Smiles* Thanks.

So do you love her?

I try really hard to be. It's good to hear I'm doing a semi-okay job. *nods* Oh trust me, I'm glad. Really very glad. *nods* You're welcome.

*flushes just a touch* Yes. I do. I love her.

*smiles a little bit* You'll have to meet him eventually.

Good, that's good. *nods his head*

Oh? Will I? That's... terrifying, actually. *makes a face, trying not to show PANIC*

*smiles* I'm glad you approve.

Will it help if I call him ahead of time and let him know that you're okay?

*Smiles* No problem.

I... uh. No idea. Maybe? Do you think it would help? Because if you think so... sure?

*chuckles softly, shaking his head*

*wrinkles nose* Ew. Thank god my kitten's a short hair. They rarely ever cough up hair balls if you feed them right.

Yeah, it's nasty. He does it like... probably once a month, but he's getting that hurk hurk sound going. I'm not in the mood to get up and step in vomit in the morning.

Oooh, yeah. Vomit-stepping would definitely be on the list of crappiest mornings you could ever have. My sister had a white angora when we were kids. Damn thing coughed up a hairball in my doll cradle, all over my favorite teddy bear. Disgusting, utterly.

yeah. For real. Oh god, angoras are HORRIBLE with the shedding and the hairballs and the... just, ugh. *wrinkles his nose*

They are. I have an Egyptian Mau now. I think. He was a stray, my boyfriend gave him to me.

I got mine from the humane society. One of those "I want an animal, walk in, look over everyone in their cages, see the perfect one, try to touch it, get clawed to death and realize the one in the cage above is giving you the please take me home I will love you forever look" things. He's a fuzzbutt, and a pain in my butt, but I'd never trade him for the world. Strays are also amazing. *grins*

*laughs* Mine's still a baby. Only about 12 weeks or so. He thinks my couch is a mountain. And he likes to sit under the desk and swat at my toes. Crazy thing. His name is Phantom. Because he also likes to sneak up on you and scare the holy crap out of you.

Mine's three. Three! I remember when he was just a little thing like that. they're great at that age. I keep saying I'm trying to raise him not to be a shit-head, but I think I'm failing. *faux pout* I know, I'm a horrible failure... And that's a great name for a sneaky little thing.

Thanks. He's gray and stripey, too, so it kinda fits. So what did you name yours?

*grins* even better. I love gray cats. My baby? His name is Hugo. Mostly because it amuses me at the Vet when he's called in and they say "Hugo Hughes?" *laughs a little* I'm easily amused.

That's a cute name. And there's nothing wrong with being easily amused. I'm easily amused too, depending on how much sleep I've had.

Ha! That's probably my problem. I never get enough sleep, so I'm always sleep deprived and EVERYTHING is funny when you're sleep deprived! That's it! I'm going with that theory anyway, instead of the theory that I'm just an idiot.

That's kinda what I meant. I have such a screwy sleep schedule. And I'm out of town a lot for work. Or, I used to be. Not so much anymore. But the hours are still kinda nuts.

*beams* I figured that's what you meant, that was just my train of thought. *chuckles* what kind of work do you do? I don't do anything amazing. I'm just a manager at Starbucks. I work nights, so I'm there til late sometimes. And I can't ever sleep when I get home, so... Yeah, insomniac.

I'm a flight attendant. I just moved back to New York from LA a month ago. I was doing a lot of internationals over East Asia and the Pacific while I was based out there, and the domestics to New York and Chicago. I got up to Vancouver quite a bit, too. Now it's mostly domestics, which helps a little with the weird hours. But I still get red eye flights sometimes, and those can be brutal depending on the week I've had.