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[Rebekah storms into the common room, still dressed in a robe and a towel around her head, fully ready to do something nasty for someone ruining her day so much already. It's when she spots the cat cuddling up to her older brother that she makes her way over towards them, pointing an accusing finger.]

Nik. That little mongrel of yours threw up all over my favorite bedsheets.

[She hadn't expected to be welcomed with that when she got out of her bath, to say the least.]

Are you going to clean up after it? It's not my responsibility.

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[ way to ruin perfectly cheek rubs, rebekah. way to ruin them.

though truth be told his sister's outburst does little to ruin the moment. it only inspires from klaus some mild amusement and even milder interest. his little sister's indignant tantrums are hardly cause for more. klaus' head lifts just so from iskra's cuddles; his hand stays rested at her neck. ] Sounds like a job for the closets to me, personally.

[ no1curr here basically ]

Or Elena.

[whiskered]

( w o w beks it's rude to point your finger at someone without evidence. does being innocent until proven guilty mean anything anymore???

iskra has never looked more innocent by klaus' side, her startlingly blue eyes round and guileless. )

[easily]

[No one is innocent in this world, iskra.]

Elena isn't here, and you're the one who decided it was fine keeping that thing here half the time without consulting the rest of us which means her messes are your responsibilities, especially when it involves my things.

[poppycock]

[ it's ok iskra, klaus doesn't blame you

not because you didn't do it but

klaus' conversational response is not aimed towards rebekah, who honestly deserves to be addressed directly and with heartfelt apologies, and yet— ] It sounds as if someone's a bit peeved at not being liked. [ and the bedsheets maybe, but eh. klaus gives iskra a Look. ] Perhaps you should apologize. [ or don't it's fine. c: ]

[whiskered]

( perhaps iskra might be more inclined to apologize if she weren't addressed as THAT THING !!!!!!!

her tail twitches instead, rubbing klaus' cheek again as though they had never been interrupted ... )

[easily]

Why would I care whether that little rapscallion likes me or not?

[Rebekah huffs rather indigently. She's not desperate for love and attention, she doesn't need acceptance from a cat.

maybe she does.]

[poppycock]

[ if klaus could, he might purr a little at iskra's head bumping and nuzzling the scruff of his cheek. as it is, he only smiles small and then looks pointedly over to rebekah. ] So you don't care? [ #ontoyou ]

[whiskered]

( iskra blinks, tilting her head up at beks as though she, too, is expecting this answer. )

[easily]

Why would I care about that stupid feline?

[She may be flopping dramatically in one of the other chairs now, just to perform how much she definitely

totally

completely

does not care.]

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[ his fingers delicately scratching behind iskra's ears, klaus watches rebekah's obvious show with such knowing, very predictable ] Well ever since she rejected you that once or twice or three times, [ because klaus is the best brother he seems amused by this ] you've been quite hostile.

[whiskered]

( five times

but no one's counting.

it probably doesn't help iskra's purring is adorable af. she keeps leaning into klaus' hand like the spoiled little thing she is. also, who is elenerrrrrr? she's never heard of an elenerrr. vikings are so weird. )

[easily]

I have not!

[There's a pout and she crosses her arms insistently before adding:]


She started it.

[Rebekah, you're blaming a cat for bad relationship with it. Please grow up.]

a good icon

[poppycock]

I think perhaps she knows her mistress doesn't like you very much. [ as if he didn't kill elena that once and then terrorize her and her friends for over a year, but anyway. ] That or you've been a little too eager.

a good thread

[whiskered]

( no, it's definitely the mistress thing. )

the best

[easily]

It's not my fault Elena can't move on.

[REBEKAH YOU MURDERED HER.]

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[ EVEN KLAUS IS SCOFFING OUT A LAUGH AT THAT

genuinely amused and fully charmed at that pouting ok ]

Well you did rob her of her human life. [ and then not to gasp be the one to defend elena gilbert for a myriad of reasons, klaus addresses iskra. ] Though it was out of love for me, so perhaps you can forgive and forget. [ crooked smile and ear scratches here. ] One day.