[ Jenny's ears flick. Her purr is loud - maybe too loud for an animal her size. Abby holds her close, rubbing her fur. He glances at the other man, wondering. Pieces of him remind Abby of his uncle - the braids, and the height, mostly. But those are superficial. They don't mean all that much. People wear masks. They build themselves up in certain ways. The truth is more complicated. ]
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Found her. But - mhmm. She's from home.
[ Abby flicks absently at his bracelets. ]
Her name's Jenny. I made her.