[Two vectors scooped the cat up; Fang chirruped a bit, but was mostly used to these things. They moved him over just a little to the left, enough to plop the cat on Freya's lap, where he curled up with his paws tucked under himself.
And Lucy scooted over until she could reach with her arms, curling them around her friend's shoulders.]
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And Lucy scooted over until she could reach with her arms, curling them around her friend's shoulders.]