Al gently lifts his chin to accommodate the scritches and continues purring.

"Awww, what a good kitty. Who loves scritches from mad scientists? Is it you?"

Indeed he does.

Pet pet. "Now I've got to go see what the lab goons have manged to fuck up in my absence, and then we'll have supper, my room."

"'Supper'? How old-fashioned a word choice of you."

"I'm old! Get used to it."

"Pretty sure 'supper' fell out of fashion long before you were born, though."

Monoceros slaps her on the butt. "I will go do lab work, and then we will sup, my olive loaf."

"Fair enough." She carries Al off to her room. 

[picture of herself in bed with Albrecht on her lap]

catpilled

kittymaxxing

unicorn: based

i know right

oh yeah in other good news i have gotten mo to cuddle me to sleep MULTIPLE TIMES!!!

progress!!!

alfred hitchcock's the birds: and what's the secret to your success?
pithy: hello albrecht!!

being a lovely and joyous creature 

alfred hitchcock's the birds: okay so who are you and why have you stole k's account

i am just a litle creacher. thatse it. i Cannot change this.

litle creacher: I know you are but what am I

plagarism!!! cultural appropriation!!! identity theft!!!

litle creacher: mwahahaha

jostles you

litle creacher: you cannot change This either :D

I can damn well try

unicorn: the only thing that will stop robin is if you say something that has to be his next name

can't really force things like that though

litle creacher: skill issue

that's it

you're going in the autoclave