smartass_captain

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"Tiber!" Where are you, you furry terror? Felix scowls a little as he follows his familiar through the party. When in doubt, cheat like a Khajiiti trader: the spectral wolf's nose is near the fastest way to find a small cat in a big crowd. He wouldn't be pulling faces except that he knows you know your name, Tiber, you're just choosing not to answer to it.

But the familiar's nose can't be fooled. It trots out from under a table and over to the fire, sniff-sniffing at the kneazle and the man whose lap he's on. Plonk goes the wolf's butt on the ground before it howls in announcement. Success!

"Yes, I know, I'm right here-" The younger man's grumbling is less frazzled than tipsy as he follows the noise. "There you are, Tiber-" no don't stick your butt in that nice man's face, dear Kynareth.

"I'm sorry about that," he says to the two gentlemen by the fire. The light playing off their faces makes them both look strangely familiar. Actually the one close to the fire looks very much like an older Spock. A Vulcan, surely, but Spock never mentioned bringing relatives... "It's my turn to check up on him, but I didn't mean to intrude."