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KD6-3.7
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[Big puppo lets out a disappointed whuff, but reluctantly backs off. He takes his massive self over to the living room and curls up on the rug, watching them through the doorway with his ears pricked. Lady stays where she is, unless she too is shooed off. One of the many benefits of being a small, graceful cat, though, is that she usually isn't.]

Where are you from, mate? The Arctic?

[Alfie asks K, as he turns down the heat on the stew and steps away from the stove. He'll offer a hearty handshake to both men in turn, first K and then Connor; he might not know Connor well, but he's seen him around town, and recognizes him.]

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Close enough. Nuclear winter. Like what happened in Norfinbury, I think. [ K answers Alfie's question, and returns the handshake with a mildly amused look. So formal. He won't say anything — but might nudge Connor just a bit with his elbow if Connor holds onto Alfie's hand too long. Of the two androids, Connor's generally far more adept at social interaction, but he does occasionally have his Moments. Especially when the newness of a situation might have him feeling overwhelmed, K's noticed. So a little help may not go amiss.

He looks only too happy to let Lady keep her perch on his shoulders, reaching up to pet her as he links arms with Connor again, then heads for the kitchen. He takes a seat in what's more or less his usual spot at the table (and isn't that something, to have a usual spot in someone else's home), which still leaves ample room on either side of him if Connor chooses to sit beside him. Lady's transferred to his lap, where he continues petting her while she accessorises his suit with shed fur. ]

You think something's happened to Zephyr? [ This to Royce. ] I sent them a letter and some gifts just a few days ago, and they responded. [ Said gifts were tokens of worship, of course; he's very earnest in his worship of Zephyr, as he is with all things he puts his whole heart into. His brow furrows as he frowns. ] But I haven't heard anything from them since...