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[lightconductor]

If you have a message for me, Dr. John Watson, please leave it here. I shall certainly get back to you as soon as I can.
- JW

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[lightconductor]

Watson snorts, out of general principle, but also genuine amusement.

"I'll ruffle your feathers, if you don't watch out."

[pineapplesalmon]

"Ha!" César doesn't bother to move, not threatened by that 'threat'. "If you do, I won't let you pet me for a whole week."

[lightconductor]

"Is that really punishing me?" Watson points out. "And for that matter, I can think of better things to do with you than pet you. Of course," he continues, smiling, "not as an emu."

[pineapplesalmon]

"I'm really soft, so yes, it is." César lets out a happy sigh. "Not as an emu. ... but I kinda want to sleep now. I ran around a lot."

[lightconductor]

"Hm. And how does an emu sleep, then?"

His touch is gentle, soothing.

"You're welcome to nap right here, if you want."

[pineapplesalmon]

"Anywhere they can rest their head, to be honest. I'm my own fluffy blanket." César hums. "I think I might just. I haven't napped with you for a whole three days."

[lightconductor]

"Has it been that long?" Watson laughs. "Well then, my dear, take a nap. I shall be quite a comfortable pillow for you. You aren't heavy at all, like this."

[pineapplesalmon]

It takes a moment for César to reply. "Mmm. You indulge me so. You're an excellent pillow."