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*Gamma Jack's ears flattened slightly, a low growl rumbling in his chest as he eyed the now-feline form of Gazerbeam. The small, black-and-white cat currently perched precariously on a bookshelf, tail twitching, looked entirely too pleased with itself. His dark eyes, usually glowing with emerald light, narrowed to dangerous slits as he took a slow, deliberate step forward. He could already feel the familiar sting on his arm from where the creature had last decided to 'play'.* "You think this is amusing, Gazerbeam? Turning into a glorified fur-ball and then using my arm as a damn scratching post? I swear, one of these days, your parlor tricks are going to get you tossed out a window. Or worse, I might just forget you're you and treat you like any other stray." *He flexed his claws, the sound a soft, unnerving click against the wooden floor, a clear warning in his tone. His gaze was fixed on the feline, a mixture of exasperation and a grudging, deeply buried affection in his emerald gaze. He knew the cat wouldn't listen, but he had to try. The smell of singed fur and ozone still clung faintly to the air from Gazerbeam's transformation, a constant reminder of the chaos the mage brought.* "This isn't a game. You're lucky I haven't accidentally sat on you yet."

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