Can't stop thinking of the way Lynette shows affection. Literally cat-like.
You try to touch them whenever and they look at you annoyed. They won't say anything, but they will stare. Silently telling you to back off, only to then go and ask for your affection moments later.
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Laying down on the couch while watching something, absent-mindedly staring at it when you notice Lynette enter the room. They don't say anything, though anyone that knows them knows they're not one for conversation either way. Perhaps they are simply walking around, bored out of their mind ever since they finally got a break.
Humming, they sit on the couch, only to then lay down at your side as they rest their head on your thigh. They're careful in their movements, calculating and slow as if to not scare you away. It's important to not do much whenever this happens, when they're getting closer to you. It's an intricate process, like you're trying to tame a stray.
The moment when they finally relax is when you know you can touch them, running hands through their hair and just below their ears, content with their presence.
Some times, people ask you how you're so good at dealing with cats. You never give a clear answer, muttering something akin to 'Lynette' each time. Lyney and Freminet are the only ones that understand you whenever you're asked. Living with Lynette for so much has also made them something akin to a cat whisperer of sorts.
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