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... yeah. It's rare it touches the animals.

There have been small time based shifts going on for a while, but that's been just environmental things. Worst that has happened is that a resident made building's disappeared for an hour. Nothing like this.

If it's anything like a normal shift then it won't last.

[And it hopefully wouldn't affect them too negatively. He's gotten more attached to these animals than he should have allowed himself.]

Don't think it is. This is more like... ripples. Like from a stone thrown in a pond.

... Perhaps.

[He follows the kittens into the kitchen, keeping tabs on them as he does.]

We'll have to watch for further changes.

We will.

Time - [Law pauses for a moment as he finishes juicing an orange, making a bit of a face. He's not trying to be punny in the least.] will tell, but I have an inkling about the cause.

[... they're getting underfoot. Ack. Stepping carefully. Your fish will be ready soon.] Mister John's time shift.

That's the best bet there is right now.

[The only thing that made sense, really. It's the first instance he's aware of that time has been forcefully turned back with those affected actually remembering it.]

I intend to talk to him soon about that and...

[Hello pinpricks of claws.]

...

[He's got Sumire half way up his pants while Amaya and Pumpkin whine piteously up at him.]

Climbing me like a tree won't make it come faster.

[Itachi reaches over and casually plurks Sumire off of his husband. The other two are gathered up in his arms.

They can remain there until their food is ready.]

It's a good idea, if you can manage some privacy. No doubt he's already expecting and dealing with questions, though.

Thank you.

[Sumire looks at Itachi pleadingly. Will you make him work faster?]

No doubt. But I have something he might want to see... he may grant it for that.

[The cat's pleading eyes go ignored. Their food will be ready when it's ready.]

Oh?

[He won't pry Law for details, but it's curious to hear all the same.]

I did a field autopsy out there on one of the sacrificed. [Such cheerful birthday talk.] ... the results were... interesting.

If you're interested in sharing, then I'm interested in hearing about it.

[He stops a moment, and it's clear he has to force himself to change his train of thought.]

... But not just yet. There's breakfast to make.

And eat. Not the best meal conversation.

[Even though serious matters is idle chit chat for them.

Here the kittens send up a chorus of mews as if to remind both men that they're hungry too. Law sets aside a tall glass of freshly squeezed juice as he reaches for a fresh knife.]

... they're eager this morning. I almost forgot how much of a growing appetite they had.

They did. And there's two of us here to feed them. It should be done twice as fast, mm?

[He bends down to distract them with pettings for a few moments. Though they make sure to sniff his hands first and look disappointed when there's no food there.]

[Law directs an amused look over his shoulder as he cleans, fillets, and starts dicing the tuna into fine pieces.]

... alright, alright, I'm moving it.

[Scritches aren't food, but they aren't bad either. For the moment, they'll squabble over which one gets the most attention.]

Fortunately I'm not in nearly as much of a rush.

Oh? [Chop, chop, dice, dice, dice.] The rumbling of your stomach might be telling me different.

[Yep. Teasing his husband some more. Because it's fun.]

[Itachi turns to raise a brow at his husband.

Better watch it or he'll sick the cats on you.]

Then perhaps you should work faster.

[There's a sassy cock of his hip. And a blue glow briefly on the table.]

Perhaps you should turn around~

[Well look what it is. Danishes and that glass of orange juice. Easy as pie.

Now to scoop the tuna into the cats' bowls.]

["Looking" isn't as easy as it used to be, but Itachi gets the idea from the smell alone (even as the tuna aims to override it).]

... I see. Thank you.

[The cats are all yours, Law.]

Welcome.

[CHAAAAAAAARGE~!

Except no, at least one kitten goes skidding on the kitchen floor, and by the time they recover, there's tuna heaped in one bowl. Which all three promptly attack.

Law finishes spooning tuna, and then picks up two cats to plop them in front of their own bowls.

Then he needs to clean the mess up and wash up before getting started on his own meal.]

[Itachi hasn't yet started on his own. He stands by the table, waiting politely for his husband to finish up before taking a seat.]

I will have to make some dietary adjustments for them.

[A kitten needs different nourishment than an adult cat, after all.]

Don't wait up on me. [Since he has to cook his own breakfast still.]

... yeah... if this keeps up, we will. [Less fish and more chicken for one. Maybe more rabbit.] I'll have something better when the next mealtime rolls around.

[What was that? Continue to wait on you?

Itachi picks up his orange juice and sips from it casually, but otherwise remains standing.]

You don't have to take care of all that. I can prepare things as well.

[Oh you.]

Well... if you want to help me chop up things for this omelet, I won't say no.

[Eight egg omelet. Should be enough.]

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