[Charles immediately felt even better at winning that laugh from the Cat, positively beaming. Concerns from before? Definitely all the quieter, because how could he be a bad person if making someone else happy pleased him this much?
He wasn't sure what the Cat was planning when he hesitated, like he was preparing something. That soft exhale before the fire did earn a start from the ghost. But then it was the same as when he'd conjured the little smoke cat, wasn't it?
Whatever he'd been expecting, it wasn't that. No reflection meant no real sense of his own looks yet, but the clothing matched, that and the sense of familiarity enough to have realization dawning in wide eyes as he took in the sight of the Cat like this, only taking a step back to better take it all in.]
Wicked! [Interest in something new definitely bolstered his clear, eager delight in this fancy new trick that was being shown off. Whatever he might think about himself, Charles was much more keen on praising what he figured was a friend's cool magic.]
Issat like real or illusion? [What was that about a game? Charles was immediately distracted, one hand lightly reaching out as if he might give a light tweak to hair before he seemed to catch up with himself, dropping it back again.] Can you turn into whoever you want? Or like make up an appearance?
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He wasn't sure what the Cat was planning when he hesitated, like he was preparing something. That soft exhale before the fire did earn a start from the ghost. But then it was the same as when he'd conjured the little smoke cat, wasn't it?
Whatever he'd been expecting, it wasn't that. No reflection meant no real sense of his own looks yet, but the clothing matched, that and the sense of familiarity enough to have realization dawning in wide eyes as he took in the sight of the Cat like this, only taking a step back to better take it all in.]
Wicked! [Interest in something new definitely bolstered his clear, eager delight in this fancy new trick that was being shown off. Whatever he might think about himself, Charles was much more keen on praising what he figured was a friend's cool magic.]
Issat like real or illusion? [What was that about a game? Charles was immediately distracted, one hand lightly reaching out as if he might give a light tweak to hair before he seemed to catch up with himself, dropping it back again.] Can you turn into whoever you want? Or like make up an appearance?