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Summary of a lot of Anthy/Hob/Paul stuff here. It's long; I'm sorry; it's probably too long.

I shall preface this summary with a summary for the Hob/Paul thread here, aka the "during the orgy thread," because it is one gigantically long conversation between the two of them and thus fairly uncomplicated.

Hob comes out all rumpled and sleepy and annoyed, unable to sleep because of the gigantic orgy happening outside his window. Paul agrees that it is disgusting, and Hob orders him to avert his innocent eyes. There is snark. Oh, so much snark. Paul pours wine out of his hat. Hob gets drunk. It is revealed that if Paul were sleepy and drunk, Hob would tuck him into bed and probably get his hand bitten off for the trouble. The nature of truth is discussed and a surprisingly sincere conversation is had, featuring Paul on the verge of expressing an emotion other than hatred towards Hob. It seems Paul might like Hob, if "you respond correctly to stimuli" is an expression of like. Hob reciprocates. Paul reveals that he has to "re-charge" by reliving his tank-based death. Hob is distressed, and quotes Robert Frost, and is duly mocked. Paul asks Hob if Hob can hear him. This seems to be important. Hob says yes, he can. Paul vanishes. While it's not terribly sexual, it is all quite sentimental and touching. Really. No, really. I swear.

Okay. Tonight. We open on Hob writing a letter to Morpheus. At a separate table, Paul, dressed inexplicably as a newspaperman, is also writing. About kitties. Anthy comes over, and is nosy, and teases Hob about drunkenly falling asleep on her lap the night before. The name "Fluffy" comes into play, and things go downhill very fast. Especially when Anthy says that Hob is smitten with Paul. They bitch at each other. Hob insists that Anthy is more than the sum of her functions. Anthy acts like a robot and then asks Hob why he lets himself be hurt. They bitch, bitch, bitch, and then reach an impasse. Hob stalks away, though both clearly want to say more.

Anthy tries to read what Paul's written. He won't let her. Chuchu tries to steal the notebook. During the knock-down drag-out animal noises fight, the paper is ripped to pieces. Anthy collects the pieces and says, yes, the cat was very fluffy. Paul makes cat noises. Anthy gives him milk, which he drinks. Anthy turns into a cat, and, in the most wide-eyed, tentative, and ABSOLUTE CUTEST way possible, Paul pets the Anthy-cat. It is the single most adorable moment known to man, and Hob's puppeteer sheds a single tear. In conclusion: Kitties. It's all about the kitties.

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>>it is all quite sentimental and touching<<

Truth!

*grin*

How on earth did Paul and Hob make the Official Pairings List when it's considered a touching moment for them to admit to less than fiery hate for one another?

Because they're so cute? *g*

In conclusion: Kitties. It's all about the kitties.

Didn't you know that already? *preens*

Your summaries rule. And I am dead of cute. ♥ So very much.

By the way, for a few minutes I had no clue what Hob was talking about with the "that cat was anything but" thing. I didn't even think of that when she was talking about Mogget being fluffy. *g* Nice one.

See, that was when I was still under the sorely mistaken impression that the two threads were happening in, y'know, the same universe. *g* When I realized we were goin' down different legs of the Trousers of Time, it made me oh-so-sad, because it meant Hob couldn't react to the sight of Paul petting a kitty.

Fah. I long ago stopped letting metaphysics and time and space and all that sort of thing prevent Anthy from eavesdropping. I quite comfortably visualize human Anthy talking to Hob while, a few feet away, she is a cat being petted by Paul. It makes sense in my head, and probably nowhere else.

Also, am sad, because I want to see Hob's reaction.

I did too, really. I think his brain might have exploded.

You could say that after storming away from Anthy he wandered past later and saw Paul petting the mysteriously purple kitty . . .

*is sorely tempted*

Doooo iiiiit . . . *tempts*

Ha, I'm going to have him have had this really strange dream where Paul was petting a cat, but he knows it couldn't possibly have been real.

Okay. That's almost as good. *satisfied*