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Normally, this would’ve resulted in two different disturbances in two very different towns.

...However...

The two familiars were living in the same building. In the same apartment. And in the same room. They’d been getting themselves ready to go out and have some birthday fun when the anons showed up.

Roo jumped so high he nearly got stuck to the ceiling, yowling loudly, and seraph let out a high pitched shriek in surprise. They held onto each other scooby-doo style for a moment. And then registered what had been shouted. They blinked. Glanced at each other. Chuckling sheepishly, the two familiars relaxed their grip on each other.

“E-eheheh... um... th-thanks,” Roo replied timidly to the silent room.

“Thanks indeed,” seraph sighed, shaking her head.

And that’s when they noticed what was left behind.

“... are those cakes?”

“... I do believe so.”

There was a beat of silence. The two familiars just stared at the cakes. Slowly, they glanced up at each other.

“... I’m ok to wait on goin out if yeh wanna eat these-“

Another small chorus of responses drifted up- this time a round of ‘thank you’s and ‘that’s very kind of you’s. 

“Would pancakes be good...?” Roo asked. Yawning, he slunk his way over to Seraph’s side of the couch. And promptly plopped down by her side. He gave her some timid puppy eyes. 

Seraph opened an eye to glance down at the paint cat. She gave a sleepy chuckle. Pausing from her morning preening, she gave him some gentle strokes. “Pancakes do sound good... maybe a bit of fruit for me, as well,” she piped up. 

Journal was flopped in his armchair, one leg propped up, and the other left dangling off the arm. From the cup of pitch black coffee in his hand and cloudy eyed expression, one can tell he’d just woken up. He mumbled incoherently to himself as he sipped on his coffee.

Seraph had claimed one end of the couch. The hybrid was busy sleepily grooming herself. Her fingers carefully picked at knots in her hair. Every so often, she’d smooth down her paw feathers with a nudge of her snout. It was a soothing, rhythmic ritual. And, evidently, it was a regular practice. She hadn’t even opened her eyes yet.

Roo was sprawled out in the middle of the couch. His tail and ears twitched as he kneaded at the cushions. Arching his back, the little paint cat began his morning stretches. Soft, squeaking yawns accompanied his kitten’s yoga. He  still looked half asleep.

Ruffy perked up at the mention of his favorite hobby. Knitting!!! He loved knitting! Chittering softly, he crouched down to write on the floor.

‘Since am a spider, i have silk! Is a bit like yarn! Saw someone knitting outside one day, decided to pick it up! It’s really fun!!!’

‘Hang on, I can show!’

Seraph gave the imp a warily confused look as it put a packet on a small box at the foot of her bed. Why was it putting things on top of Roo’s bed...? She didn’t quite know, but she had a feeling it wasn’t any normal present. Imps usually didn’t just bring gifts for no reason. Unless you were friends with them.

... though, the memory of a certain pink imp bringing stolen cookies to a hangout came to mind...