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Feeling a bit bored Amber had headed over towards the beautiful Conservatory her little kitty, Thor tagging along. The autumn firgured it was okay thinking that she would enjoy all the plants there. Opening the door to the building of a room that had many plants and was filled with bright sunlight. Her cat had been peacefully sleeping perking up at the sound of the door slamming close behind Amber and leaped away from her arms already eagerly looking around the Conservatory.

Letting out a sigh the Autumn smiled, always getting a good feeling when she was surrounded by any form of nature. It sure was peaceful, and the brunette needed some peaceful days every once and a while.

A couple minutes later Grant walked in with his beautiful sleeping kitty Beansprout in his arms. He was careful to close the door, making sure his lovely boy didn't wake up. Grant was planning to have him wake up in a grassy area. He had heard that cats liked grass, and thought this would be perfect for Beansprout. A vegetable name... What was he thinking when he named him that? He had heard what type of cat Beansprout was. Looking up, the boy caught site of a familiar face... And there was the kitty playing around. He let out a sigh, why was she here too? It's not like he didn't like her, but he had been feeling weird ever since the time he had asked her to look over Beansprout.

As Thor happily played around Amber blinked swearing that she heard the door slam behind her, it was either a ghost or somebody else was here in with her. Giving a glance over her shoulder her cheeks turned red noticing it was Grant, the two havent talked in quite a bit hopefully it wouldn't be too awkward between them?

Turning around Amber smiled and waved calling out "Hey there Grant long time no see! oh and you brought Beansprout!" The cheerful autumn exclaimed noticing the adorble cat sleeping peacefully in Grants arms.

"Hi.." he replied as he walked up to Thor. He had only seen him once, but he was still as cute as ever. He crouched down and started to rub the cat's head. "So... Amber." He wasn't really sure what to say to her. Nothing that came to mind seemed like it would be good to say, it was all stupid. He could feel the silver cat squirm around in his arm, was he already waking up?

Amber was a bit stunned, lost for words. Did Grant feel the same? Though she didn't really want him to see how she felt now she just put on a smile and said another greeting. "Yes Grant?" She asked casually blinking at him wondering what exactly the acid boy had to say to her, their relationship was complicated you could say.

The room stayed quiet for a few moments the only sound of purring was heard from thor as Grant rubbed his hand against her. Amber brightened up to notice Grants cat was awakening from his sleep, " Oh! did you find out what kind of cat Beansprout was?" Amber asked

"Oh, yeah!" At least she was able to start something. "Uh, something like a maine coon. The person I was talking to said Beansprout was going to reach forty inches in length so... He's gonna be pretty big." He wasn't sure if he would be able to keep him, but he would try. not to mention Beansprout used to be a stray at first. Since then, he looked pretty good, almost like a purebred. He wasn't, but he looked like it. "What type of cat is Thor?"

"Oh wow maine coons are retty big and fancy and so fluffehhh!" Saying the last part a bit crazy and babish like. As she noticed that Beansprout had woken up to the loud sounds of their voices. "How'd you even manage to pay for this lil guy?" The brunette asked reaching her hand out and gently rubbing it against Beansprout. "Oh and Thor is a American Bobtail." Amber added slightly looking up at Grant;

Well, she was still childish, that was good. Maybe he had just misunderstood her. Yeah, yeah that's it! How could I be so stupid? Uh oh, how he bought him? "Uh, with money..." he wasn't sure what else to say. He didn't really like lying, but he wasn't ready to get yelled at for picking up a stray. "Oh yeah, they look cute when they are full grown." The cat in his arms was now desperately trying to get out of his arms, and soon was put on the floor. Beansprout ran into the thick foliage, disappearing. "Well, I guess he deserves to be free." he whispered to himself.