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[Center of the screen is a gaudily wrapped sweet, bright and tempting - and then the mess of colours in the background comes into focus, the staticy crackling of countless wrappers transmitted across speakers as Nepeta very very slowly attempts to roll over from her spot on the top of her sweet-wrapper pile.

One blue-gloved hand gropes out in the air as she tries to capture that final elusive sweet - but then she groans and gives up, clutching at her tummy.]

Owww, it hurts...

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You should still run a comb through it now and then.

[Look at his hair, Nepeta, and how smooth and shiny it is! Don't you want hair like that?]

One day you'll be able to comb it fur me.

[...not particularly! Though she does like how shiny it is.]

That's true.

[He sounds pleased at the prospect.]

But you should probably comb it out at least once before then.

Once! Heehee, okay.

[Purrrr. Oh that tummy rubbing is so soothing.]

And then afterwards you can be the one to do it and you'll brush it all nicely for me and I can brush yours for you too.

At least once. As in, once is the minimum number of times.

[He smiles a little at her future plans, and her purring.]

I'd like that.

Would you like me to brush it for you now?

[whoops subject change from her own hair!]

If you're feeling better, yes. Yes, I would.

Lots! Let's go get a hairbrush! ...RoboEquius can still continue rubbing my tummy, though.

I'm sure he will.

[For once, RoboEquius doesn't roll his eyes.]

Do you have one in your sylladex?

Uhm...purrobably not? Have you got one in yours?

Yes, but it might be too heavy for you to lift. It's been reinforced for STRONG.

It's a brush, it can't be that heavy?!

It's a brush that's STRONG enough for me to use. Here, I'll show you...

[Equius gets his brush out of his sylladex; it's flat and oval with no handle, only a strap across the back to get over his hand. It's almost identical to the type of brush used for currying horses, except it's made of metal. He carefully sets it on the floor.]

Go ahead, try and pick it up.

[She slips her hands through the strap - it's terribly big for her, unsurprisingly - and tries lifting it, making a little face as she does.]

It really is very heavy!! [Oww her paw. Yeah, she's never going to be able to pull that through Equius' hair repeatedly.]

I know.

[Siiiigh. It's hard, being STRONG. It's hard, and only Darkleer understands.]

Maybe you could just use your claws?

Nuh uh, they're sharp, they might ruin your hair! [She wraps her arms around his neck, the way she does when she wants him to carry her somewhere.]

There should be one in my block if we go there. Probably.

[He recognizes what she's trying to do, and agreeably scoops her up.]

Let's go find it.

[Yay! She nuzzles her face to his cheek.]

Onwards! You can come too, RoboEquius!

[Equius carries her to her block, carefully sidestepped all the various piles, with RoboEquius dutifully following. Once there, he stands in the middle of the room, his eyes straying towards the drawings on the walls.]

Where do you think it would be?

[The wall drawings are definitely the main feature of the room - she doesn't use it for much besides her shipping charts and her paintings of adventures and friends. Her bed is actually made since she tends to sleep on whatever pile is nearest when she starts feeling sleepy, and her dresser is a mess of costume accessories for the roleplay stories she and Tavros play out together. It's in that direction that she waves her hand as a reply to Equius' question.]

Purrobably somewhere under there!

[... good lord. How is he supposed to find anything in that?]

[Not that he's one to talk. If it weren't for Darkleer and RoboEquius picking up occasionally, he probably would have smothered to death under a pile of robot parts by now.]

[Equius doesn't say anything, but RoboEquius, with an exaggerated eyeroll, strides over to the dresser and starts moving things around, carefully sorting them as he does.]

[Nepeta doesn't mind waiting as RoboEquius searches. She bounces around in Equius's arms, humming a silly little tune to herself, smiling and apparently feeling very much better by now.]

[Equius isn't surprised by how she's perked up--Nepeta is nothing if not resilient--and he waits patiently, cradling her in his arms, until RoboEquius surfaces with a brush and offers it to her.]

Yay! Thank you, RoboEquius! Let's sit down on the bed now so I can brush your hair out for you, Equius.

[There'll be some gold star stickers for the robot later as a thank you. She keeps that to herself, though.]

[Which means Equius and RoboEquius are going to spend some quality time with the old sticker scraper later.]

[Equius carries her to the bed and gently sets her down, then settles himself on the floor next to the bed, leaning back against it. He's pretty sure that he's too heavy for Nepeta's bed, and he knows he's tall enough that she'd be reaching up to brush his hair if he sat next to her. This makes more sense.]