Cheers, [A considering beat.] Granted if you helped that means you're not so bad at the hero thing yourself, hm?
[Charles did like to claim to be good with people. And in a lot of ways that could be true, charismatic thing that he was, so very good at being friendly and warm to others. As much a survival tactic as it was just how he was wired, that inclination to people-please, that want to be well-liked.
The idea of something wrong with a mirror struck him as a problem, but then the Cat was already on top of it, the idea of sending some scouts out to check around, to let everyone, whoever everyone was, know he was okay was reassuring. And the way the pair of cats came darting down and into the former butcher's shop just had Charles letting out a low, impressed whistle.]
So like all cats are your subjects? Is that like... are you the King for the whole world's worth or is it like... countries or something? Is it all kinds of cats or only the little ones?
[There's no real disrespect meant there, just the sort of curiosity any teen boy might have in the face of something new and magical.
He's still not sure what to make of that little gleam of menace in the Cat's yellow eyes. He's been nothing but nice, but it stayed. Maybe it was just something that translated differently between a cat's face and a human's. Or something else. But whatever consideration there is, the Cat is kindly offering to help him out, which is more important. Just because he looks like some sort of trouble doesn't mean he's going to be.] Good lookin' out. 'Preciate the help, Your Majesty.
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[Charles did like to claim to be good with people. And in a lot of ways that could be true, charismatic thing that he was, so very good at being friendly and warm to others. As much a survival tactic as it was just how he was wired, that inclination to people-please, that want to be well-liked.
The idea of something wrong with a mirror struck him as a problem, but then the Cat was already on top of it, the idea of sending some scouts out to check around, to let everyone, whoever everyone was, know he was okay was reassuring. And the way the pair of cats came darting down and into the former butcher's shop just had Charles letting out a low, impressed whistle.]
So like all cats are your subjects? Is that like... are you the King for the whole world's worth or is it like... countries or something? Is it all kinds of cats or only the little ones?
[There's no real disrespect meant there, just the sort of curiosity any teen boy might have in the face of something new and magical.
He's still not sure what to make of that little gleam of menace in the Cat's yellow eyes. He's been nothing but nice, but it stayed. Maybe it was just something that translated differently between a cat's face and a human's. Or something else. But whatever consideration there is, the Cat is kindly offering to help him out, which is more important. Just because he looks like some sort of trouble doesn't mean he's going to be.] Good lookin' out. 'Preciate the help, Your Majesty.