[ It doesn't feel right on his tongue to say it, but he never had any particular ill will toward Charles — he thought it was pretty funny, actually, the way Charles couldn't quite place his ire toward the Cat and chalked it up to his protective nature alone, without quite checking in to why he might be feeling so protective over someone trying to catch Edwin's eye — and figures that without that little snag in their introduction to one another, they might have even struck up a common bond. He's certainly fun to be around, for a start, and Charles has always seemed to enjoy things that are fun and easy...
Oh, this is a terrible idea and he knows it. And yet, with most things that seem to be a terrible idea, he can't quite stop himself from going along with it anyway, like watching a slow car crash unfold while knowing that at least one of those cars is one you'll have to pay for, but hoping that you might get a consolation prize for your trouble.
The consolation prize of Edwin's yappy little attack dog willingly calling him by a title befitting a monarch. That's a good start. The Cat lets a visible shudder of enjoyment rack through him before he's stepping in to take Charles' arm in his own. He isn't sure if 'remembering you're a ghost' includes remembering that you can't typically feel touch but can feel it from a supernatural creature or not, but either way it works in his favour; either Charles is pleasantly surprised by the contact, or soothed by familiar touch. He guides him out into the street at large, then turns to face the remains of the butchers shop the ghost had emerged from, though it's difficult to recognise it as such with all its signage buffed away, ready to be replaced. ]
I don't know how you ended up here, but this place means something to you. You stayed here when you were working on a case. Upstairs, in the apartment to the right. You and the rest of your team.
[ The Cat will tell him outright — not everything, but enough — if the hint doesn't jog his memory, but often with things like this it's better not to force too much too soon lest the subject go mad from trying too hard. Though, he thinks with a little smirk, if there's any ghost who should be more than accustomed to trying leagues harder than anyone has before, it's Charles Rowland. ]
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[ It doesn't feel right on his tongue to say it, but he never had any particular ill will toward Charles — he thought it was pretty funny, actually, the way Charles couldn't quite place his ire toward the Cat and chalked it up to his protective nature alone, without quite checking in to why he might be feeling so protective over someone trying to catch Edwin's eye — and figures that without that little snag in their introduction to one another, they might have even struck up a common bond. He's certainly fun to be around, for a start, and Charles has always seemed to enjoy things that are fun and easy...
Oh, this is a terrible idea and he knows it. And yet, with most things that seem to be a terrible idea, he can't quite stop himself from going along with it anyway, like watching a slow car crash unfold while knowing that at least one of those cars is one you'll have to pay for, but hoping that you might get a consolation prize for your trouble.
The consolation prize of Edwin's yappy little attack dog willingly calling him by a title befitting a monarch. That's a good start. The Cat lets a visible shudder of enjoyment rack through him before he's stepping in to take Charles' arm in his own. He isn't sure if 'remembering you're a ghost' includes remembering that you can't typically feel touch but can feel it from a supernatural creature or not, but either way it works in his favour; either Charles is pleasantly surprised by the contact, or soothed by familiar touch. He guides him out into the street at large, then turns to face the remains of the butchers shop the ghost had emerged from, though it's difficult to recognise it as such with all its signage buffed away, ready to be replaced. ]
I don't know how you ended up here, but this place means something to you. You stayed here when you were working on a case. Upstairs, in the apartment to the right. You and the rest of your team.
[ The Cat will tell him outright — not everything, but enough — if the hint doesn't jog his memory, but often with things like this it's better not to force too much too soon lest the subject go mad from trying too hard. Though, he thinks with a little smirk, if there's any ghost who should be more than accustomed to trying leagues harder than anyone has before, it's Charles Rowland. ]