#rutgers

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Despite sharing an apartment, Symon and Sylvi have not... seen much of Dagmar? She is out early in the morning "to run", back for shower and food and off to classes. She "forgot some things" at home more than once, heading back to Rivervale after class.

Symon hasn't been seen much either. He seems to be cooping himself up in his room, going straight to class and then back to the smallest room, the one upstairs with the slanting ceilings that would have had both Sylvi and Dagmar endlessly stooping.

Is it like Dag to hide in her room all night? Well, that's what's happening.

Odin meows for his food

"You have food."

The one eyed cat grumphs, he HAS food, now he wants MORE food

A knock on the door. Doesn't sound like Siv's knock

"What?"

"uhm... it's me, Jimmy?" A voice that IS kind of familiar

"What do you want?"

"I was wondering if either of you were taking Geography 101?" he asks "I may need help"

"i've been forgotten about standing here? Wow... this really is getting worse"

Sigh.

Symon cracks his door, peering down the stairs. "No social studies this semester." The door closes again. Apparently not feeling especially social.

"I'll leave then?" Jimmy says "Sorry. Maybe I'll try again later?"

"I don't have Geography."

"Okay. Thought I'd take a chance. Thanks, Sam!"

Grunt.

"MRROW!"

"I think your cat is hungry. Later, Odin"

And Jimmy walks off

"You have food,"

Odin hops away from the food bowl and instead circles your legs. You may pet him now.

She does not give tribute. She's laying on the bed.

Odin looks troubled, and leaps onto the bed, moving to her

Grunt.

Her face is in the pillow.

Odin presses his fuzzy face into the side of hers, whatever she has found in the pillow ,she should not keep secrets from her cat. She KNOWS he has opinions about that

"Not now, Odin."

Cats do not often understand limitations. He sniffs at her, not like a dog no, like the mighty higher being he is. Is hsi person sad? He must needs comfort her if so.

Siiiigh.

He will sit on her. That always cheers her up

"Odin."

A rusty purr

He goes from sitting to laying

A grumble.

Should a hand come close, he may gently pin it, and begin to groom it

"O-din."

Odin pauses

then decides clearly she doesn't know what's best for her and resumes grooming

SIGH.

"Dumb cat," She rolls over to look at him.

The one eyed wise one gazes down at her as if to say about time she paid proper attention.

"I see you. You have food."

Food? Who said anything about food. He now wants affection

Head bump

She relents and scritches between his ears.

Purr and affection returned.

Gentle scritching continues.