[ He hadn't really even thought about it, as Algric steps between them, the cold a strange sort of barrier in this place that is somehow home and everything wrong with the world and some unworld living under the paint. He crouches down as the cat sniffs him, his good fingers reaching to scratch at the Joncat's ruff. ]
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[ He hadn't really even thought about it, as Algric steps between them, the cold a strange sort of barrier in this place that is somehow home and everything wrong with the world and some unworld living under the paint. He crouches down as the cat sniffs him, his good fingers reaching to scratch at the Joncat's ruff. ]
Can we do fast out of here?