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[ECSNorway]

Welcome back to Pale Wolf's Catch the Falling Sky:

Uncle Minato strode to one of the racks filled with guns, pulling a stout, very heavy-looking rifle from the rack and carefully checking it over. "Sergeant Scott."

Scott-san nodded. "Sir."

"You have a cat on your head," Uncle Minato pointed out, slipping ten very thick bullets into the black magazine before pressing it home.

"I do, Sir."

The cat looked down, giving a 'Nya' of greeting.

Uncle Minato paused, frowning for a moment and pointing the rifle down to the floor. "... Sergeant Scott."

"Yes, Sir?"

"Why do you have a cat on your head?"

Scott-san shrugged, prompting another 'nyau'. "My door was broken. She was following when I left, so I opted to carry her." He gestured to his head with his left hand... his fingers looked oddly... short, wrapped in white cloth... And the movement seemed extremely delicate, as if it pained him. "Hands-free position."

Uncle Minato eyed Scott-san for a long moment, finger upraised, mouth half-open, before he finally admitted. "... I cannot actually find any logical flaws in what you just said. That's distressing."

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