[To Viktor's credit, he does see the words, and he does stop, though it takes him a moment to truly parse what may or may not be going on here. In that time, Purrfessor inserts herself, thrilled by the sudden flurry of activity and very much wanting to swat at Astarion's flailing wings before he forcibly removes himself from the dustpan and scrambles up Viktor's trousers.
He jerks away, a reflexive reaction having a bat scramble up one's trousers, very nearly unbalancing himself in the process. Purrfessor, still trying to get at the flailing animal, paces precariously around Viktor's feet.
He still doesn't know what's going on here.]
Astarion-- [Because Astarion must be messaging him from the back room, on his way to rectify this situation post haste,] --please come get your--animal?
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He jerks away, a reflexive reaction having a bat scramble up one's trousers, very nearly unbalancing himself in the process. Purrfessor, still trying to get at the flailing animal, paces precariously around Viktor's feet.
He still doesn't know what's going on here.]
Astarion-- [Because Astarion must be messaging him from the back room, on his way to rectify this situation post haste,] --please come get your--animal?