#gawdly

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Mission Task Board: The cats have gotten familiar enough with people that they’ve begun fearlessly raiding the kitchens! After the latest robbery, the kitchen staff needs your help. Will you go fish up what you can to save tonight’s meal, or chase after the culprits? The cats are crafty, so be sure to bring a group of friends with you to corner them! [ Gauntlet +1 ]

Gerome knew chasing cats was going to be a fruitless endeavor. He’d simply tire himself out with the cats outrunning and outmaneuvering him, yet here he was, doing just that. 

It wasn’t on a whim-- he tried other means. He started small and simple, with some harmless contraptions made from boxes, string, cloth and catnip from the market. He scattered a good few in the monastery, yet every time he checked, it remained untouched. The one time he finds one of the feline rogues, they went over the trigger completely while swiping the bait he set.

So now he finds himself running around the courtyard, giving chase to not one, but two cats who seemed to find amusement in the foolish human trying to capture them with their bare hands. “Enough!” With gritted teeth, Gerome decided enough was enough. He broke out into a sprint-- the fastest he could do -- and before exhaustion fully takes him, he leaps forward, both hands reaching for the cats.

“Hrrgh!” He falls to the floor, face first, both hands managing to grab on to the slowest of the two. The captured cat squirms under his hold, kicking and scratching until he lets go. He won’t relent, however, and keeps it restrained, a firm hand by its neck, another keeping it from scratching him further.

Severa is the last person he thought would come at to greet him. She even came with a present. He wanted to point out a few things, throw in snark, maybe insult the gift a bit just to tease. However....

                                            Don’t be ungrateful.

The remarks can come at another time, for now, he bites down the urge to retort and simple says, “Thank you.”

He could have ended with that, unfortunately, this was a rare opportunity, a once in a year chance to smile and irate the other for being joyous because of her, and act the opposite to what they’re so used to. The smile is small and more of a smirk as he gives the sock a quick look over. For all her mean and petty streak, she’s observant enough to remember what he liked.