Glorp! says Probationary First Aid Kitten Calico, who is definitely not an ooze-based infiltrator.
"If you're gonna hack up a hairball, do it outside," Fluff says. "I want my security deposit back when I move out of here! Don't fuck up my carpet!"
"Sorry," Calico bubbles.
"Dude," Socks hisses from around the kitchen doorframe, eyes huge. "Dude."
"What," Fluff hisses back.
"That's a slime!"
Fluff makes a suppressed growling noise. "I'm getting a Monsbler out of the fridge," she says loudly. "Anyone else want anything?" and crowds Socks up against the kitchen wall, kabedon-cornered.
"Don't. Be. Racist," she breathes menacingly into Socks's ear. "Of course I've noticed. We've all noticed. Are you gonna be weird about this?"
"I'm just saying we're being menacingly taunted by the Ooze King—"
"Did you just oh those people all the same me?"
"Aw," Socks says, looking down shamefacedly and shuffling her feet. "I just. You know. Suspicious — am I being racist?"
"Holy shit, I don't know if ooze racism is a thing," Fluff says gruffly. "You wanna err on the side of caution?"
"Yeah," Socks says, and burrows her face into Fluff's shoulder. "Sorry," she says, muffled.
Fluff gives her ear a lick. "S'okay," she says. "Go make friends with her, yeah? And if it doesn't work out — well, let's not make it because we were the bad guys."
"Yeah," Socks says. "Yeah," and trots through into Fluff's living room. "Hey! Wanna hug?" her voice says brightly from the other side of the doorway.
There's a long pause.
"Wow!" Socks adds, with strained cheerfulness. "You're...kinda sticky!"
