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[snow-thief.livejournal.com]

Sorry. I'm not sure we've met.

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[notcharter.livejournal.com]

We haven't. Do you have any fish?

[snow-thief.livejournal.com]

[And that's when Mary Margaret gasps and leaps back.]

...y-y-you spoke.

[notcharter.livejournal.com]

Yes, of course I did. Must I ask again?

[snow-thief.livejournal.com]

[...he asked a question, what was his question...]

Fish! Yes, fish, of course, fish...

[She steps aside so he can enter her house. Great. Now she's seriously insane.]

I-I have tuna. And some salmon, I believe.

[notcharter.livejournal.com]

That will do. [But insanity is so much fun.

He steps inside and peers interestedly around.]

[snow-thief.livejournal.com]

[A talking cat. There's a talking cat in her house. She nervously cracks open a can of tuna and grabs him a bowl of water to drink, placing it before him and watching him curiously.]

My name is Mary Margaret.

fff kind of tempted to make a huntsman journal. idk.

[notcharter.livejournal.com]

[He ignores the water and makes straight for the tuna, taking small, quick bites.]

You may call me Mogget.

HUNTSMAN *sobs* I know SO many people who would appreciate it, myself included.

[snow-thief.livejournal.com]

[...forget the fear and the insanity. This cat IS SO DARN CUTE.]

Mogget! Well! That's a precious name!

Do you have a home, Mogget?

alright, then. :D though I'm not sure if I should wait until canon progresses a bit more

[notcharter.livejournal.com]

[He's only doing it so you'll give him fish.]

Technically, yes.

I completely understand. I love playing Mary but there's only been seven episodes, so it's hard.

[snow-thief.livejournal.com]

[She nods, almost disappointed.]

I see.

I hope the person who takes care of you is good to you.

argh sorry for the lateness. LJ went and died on me.

[notcharter.livejournal.com]

They aren't, in fact, but it can't be helped. [Though really, it's he who isn't good to them.]

It's okay! It died on me too!

[snow-thief.livejournal.com]

Oh!

[She bends down and pets the cat cautiously.]

Well...my home is rather empty...if you'd like to stop by here.

[notcharter.livejournal.com]

[Purring.]

I shall keep that in mind.

((ooc: So I ended up voicetesting the Huntsman here (http://dear-mun.livejournal.com/44991149.html). Please forgive any general derpiness, because I'm not quite sure what I'm doing yet. ^^;))

[notcharter.livejournal.com]

We haven't. Do you have any fish?

[snow-thief.livejournal.com]

[And that's when Mary Margaret gasps and leaps back.]

...y-y-you spoke.

[notcharter.livejournal.com]

Yes, of course I did. Must I ask again?

[snow-thief.livejournal.com]

[...he asked a question, what was his question...]

Fish! Yes, fish, of course, fish...

[She steps aside so he can enter her house. Great. Now she's seriously insane.]

I-I have tuna. And some salmon, I believe.

[notcharter.livejournal.com]

That will do. [But insanity is so much fun.

He steps inside and peers interestedly around.]

[snow-thief.livejournal.com]

[A talking cat. There's a talking cat in her house. She nervously cracks open a can of tuna and grabs him a bowl of water to drink, placing it before him and watching him curiously.]

My name is Mary Margaret.

fff kind of tempted to make a huntsman journal. idk.

[notcharter.livejournal.com]

[He ignores the water and makes straight for the tuna, taking small, quick bites.]

You may call me Mogget.

HUNTSMAN *sobs* I know SO many people who would appreciate it, myself included.

[snow-thief.livejournal.com]

[...forget the fear and the insanity. This cat IS SO DARN CUTE.]

Mogget! Well! That's a precious name!

Do you have a home, Mogget?

alright, then. :D though I'm not sure if I should wait until canon progresses a bit more

[notcharter.livejournal.com]

[He's only doing it so you'll give him fish.]

Technically, yes.

I completely understand. I love playing Mary but there's only been seven episodes, so it's hard.

[snow-thief.livejournal.com]

[She nods, almost disappointed.]

I see.

I hope the person who takes care of you is good to you.

argh sorry for the lateness. LJ went and died on me.

[notcharter.livejournal.com]

They aren't, in fact, but it can't be helped. [Though really, it's he who isn't good to them.]

It's okay! It died on me too!

[snow-thief.livejournal.com]

Oh!

[She bends down and pets the cat cautiously.]

Well...my home is rather empty...if you'd like to stop by here.