[ While he is not flying as smoothly as he hovers, Zenyatta manages to keep pace with Wash. He doesn't focus too much on the path they are taking. The feeling of fabric on his skin, the rush of air, all steal away his focus.
As does the chorus of meows that greet them at the door. ]
What a delightful room.
[ Zenyatta takes a seat but keeps the blanket and banner wrapped around him. A few curious cats make their way to the newcomer, but he otherwise doesn't move. When Wash comes back, Zenyatta's lap is going to be full of cats. He may even have one on his shoulders and another that thinks Zenyatta's head needs a fuzzy hat. ]
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As does the chorus of meows that greet them at the door. ]
What a delightful room.
[ Zenyatta takes a seat but keeps the blanket and banner wrapped around him. A few curious cats make their way to the newcomer, but he otherwise doesn't move. When Wash comes back, Zenyatta's lap is going to be full of cats. He may even have one on his shoulders and another that thinks Zenyatta's head needs a fuzzy hat. ]
I think they like me.