[His smile warms a bit at the acceptance of that little warm chin against his knuckle, and it's clear this isn't the first time he's been bitten for an attempt like this- while the Cat's nip is gentle, he hadn't known it would be, so how still his hand remains under the needle teeth is certainly telling.
Fair play. It seems to say in an unspoken manner.]
You're not wrong there. Not sure what all they're for entirely at the moment, aside from the obvious ones, but you don't plaster yourself in pins and patches if you're hopin' to be a respectable sort, yeah?
[And that held the sort of comfortable ease to it that told Charles he was entirely correct. That he and the Cat were both right that he was much more the rebellious sort than one to fall in line just because it was expected of him.
And he was in general aware of the Cat King's presence. Mostly for the idea that he didn't want to accidentally send him tipping one way or the other, or anything like that, but it meant he was instantly aware of the shift in posture, the curl of the tail that was soft as it skimmed over skin.
Though he had a sense that he'd flirted before, teasing, playful, easy, there was a distinct sense of newness to the soft-purred comment offered by the Cat in the moment, and for all he was a ghost and thus had no circulation to speak of, the feline would be rewarded with the way his ears tinged pink, the flush straight up from his collar as he let out a startled little huff of sound in response to the idea.]
I-I'm gonna have to keep an eye on you aren't I? [Managed after a startled moment, gaze flicking towards the Cat with a lift of brows, something... curious in his expression. Maybe a little interested.] Seems like you're trouble too.
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Fair play. It seems to say in an unspoken manner.]
You're not wrong there. Not sure what all they're for entirely at the moment, aside from the obvious ones, but you don't plaster yourself in pins and patches if you're hopin' to be a respectable sort, yeah?
[And that held the sort of comfortable ease to it that told Charles he was entirely correct. That he and the Cat were both right that he was much more the rebellious sort than one to fall in line just because it was expected of him.
And he was in general aware of the Cat King's presence. Mostly for the idea that he didn't want to accidentally send him tipping one way or the other, or anything like that, but it meant he was instantly aware of the shift in posture, the curl of the tail that was soft as it skimmed over skin.
Though he had a sense that he'd flirted before, teasing, playful, easy, there was a distinct sense of newness to the soft-purred comment offered by the Cat in the moment, and for all he was a ghost and thus had no circulation to speak of, the feline would be rewarded with the way his ears tinged pink, the flush straight up from his collar as he let out a startled little huff of sound in response to the idea.]
I-I'm gonna have to keep an eye on you aren't I? [Managed after a startled moment, gaze flicking towards the Cat with a lift of brows, something... curious in his expression. Maybe a little interested.] Seems like you're trouble too.