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[And she had discovered a tiger in the flimsiest wooden box she's ever seen. So she's staring curiously, and not even a little afraid. ]

Just when you thought you've seen everything. Hello, big guy.

[He pops his head out of the box, ears pricked in a relaxed manner, and chuffs hello. His tail wiggles and he lets out a small tigermoan. Internally he's snickering, but doesn't want to break character yet. Instead--ooo, this stuff feels great under his claws.] *rip rip rip*

[Rumblerumblerumble. He comes up and peaks into the box at him. Gonna getcha.]

[Friendliest tiger ever. So this was probably some kind of special tiger. Or a shapeshifter of some kind. Since he didn't seem hostile, she moved closer, her glowing chain armor clinking somewhat musically. ]

What is this box you've found? It's so frail.

[He blinks and peers at the shiny armor. Sniff sniff? Cooool. Magical items are kind of rare in his world.]

[His ears flick and he noses the edge of the cardboard, then pushes the edge at her with said schnoz. Never seen cardboard? It's great.]

[Oh heya! His ears prick up and he straightens up to touch noses. Then taps a velvet paw lightly on the young lion's head. Boop!]

[He snorts at him at the nose touch, then takes the tap on the head and returns with a paw to Daimon's snout. Bap.]

[Her swords, gloves, and boots are magical too, kitty. She's covered in cool.]

Don't bite me, kitty. Or I'll be really disappointed.

[She reached out and touched the spot he'd bumped with his nose. It was so squishy!]

What can you even do with this stuff? Other than lay in it and chew on it.

[... That's not a proper tiger, and Daine would know. Looks like a tiger, certainly. Might even be acting like one, though she's never seen one play with a giant box before. But it doesn't feel right in her mind, not like the rest of the People. She alights on a branch some yards above the box and peers down at the whatever-it-is, her head canted at a somewhat ridiculous angle as she tries to learn more without being sussed out, herself.]

[ Marion peeks over at the box. Is that...? Ohmygosh. She starts to giggle. Excuse her. She is tempted to offer cat nip too. ]

Hey there.

[He sneezes in amusement. Instead of biting, he dabs a paw out and brushes it against her nose. Beep.]

[He pauses, and looks down at the box in response. Well uh...I mean it's...it's very good for...]

[He gets distracted kneading his claws on the bottom.]

[Sneeze! Okay, youngster, it is on. He leaps out of the box--which catches his back legs and ends up upending on top of both of them. Oops.]

[He's cheerfully exploring said box when he hears a car go by. His head pops out. Woops. Cop car. And suddenly there's an empty box there. Just a box, no tiger. The cops get out of their car, hands on pistols, and look around in confusion. One of them peers into the box and sees nothing. He goes back to his partner and shrugs, suggesting that the tiger sighting was just a prank call.]

[As they are walking away with their backs turned, a stripy tail emerges briefly from the box, wiggles mischievously and is pulled back in.]

[A pair of round ears peeks over the edge, and then the top of a tiger head. Nothing to see here. Nope. I'm hiding. Ignore the wiggly tail.]

[ More giggling. He is trying to hide.

Silly tiger-shaped friend. She starts to playfully tip toe over. ]

Now where could you be?

Baaaah! [And he is rolled. Barrel rolled! Or rather, box rolled. He gets up and steals the box while he can, then grabbing Daimon's ear in his teeth. Ear tugs!]

[She laughs and rubs her nose. Fuzzy tiger paws tickle. And then she leans over the side of the box to watch him scratch.]

Yeah well, I can't do that. No claws normally. And I think that just goes in the chewing category.

Oh my God! It's a Bengal tiger! Look at him! Look at his tawny fur and his delicate stripes!

[Daine lets out a soft squawk of surprise at the tiger's sudden disappearance, and comes perilously close to losing her balance. Her awkward flapping earns her a glance from the two officers... but unlike tigers, crows don't merit investigation. Once she's no longer in danger of taking a tumble, she resumes looking around for the tiger - or looking for any animal that doesn't feel right.]

[And there's its tail again! Daine ruffles her feathers and edges along her branch, her curiosity - and exasperation - outweighing her caution.]

Hullo? [It might not be able to hear her mind-speech if it's not a proper animal, but she can try.] I know you're no tiger.

[Tigers look rather frightening with big derpy grins on their faces, so he's covering his with a paw as he crouches in the bottom of the box. His tail however is still waving like the Queen in a procession.]

[Behold tiger confusion. Oh hey it's that guy who drinks more than Thor. But whaddaya mean, 'delicate'? He makes a querulous noise that would be a meow were it not overdosed on steroids. Dude, I am NOT delicate.]

[A pair of ears peeks over the edge again.] Eh? Who's that? [He's not a proper animal, but he is a telepath. His mind-speech sounds a bit like a human male with an Eastender accent.]

No, of course I'm not. [Scratchscratchscratch. The box tips over on its side with a thump and he saunters out, shaking his coat.] ...meant to do that.

[Dgsh HEY THAT'S HIS EAR he squirms free and pounces at the young lion with velvet paws. To outside eyes there's an epic battle raging inside said fridge box.]

[He yawns enormously and then sits calmly, tail around feet. He doesn't speak, but instead a mental voice, male and cheerful, says] Well yes, likely. I was just trying to sort out what the appeal is to felines.

No no, buddy, your stripes are delicate, not you! I'm talking about the slender pattern, not your strength or build.