[ The Cat sinks lower into his feline shoulders to get closer to Charles' ear, claws digging in for purchase as he does but taking care not to pierce ghostly flesh, just the coat. ]
With all due respect, Charles, you don't know what trouble is. You didn't even know your own name until I called you it, and I could've picked anything to call you.
[ He isn't sure why he's putting up such a fight, but something about Charles readily accepting the Cat King's bullshit without actually knowing what that bullshit entails makes him feel... not bad, exactly, but definitely not good either. Weird. Weird, but in a kind of curious way that makes him want to prise eager paws under the lid keeping the contents unknown. He wants to know if Charles would still feel like this if he knew the truth, if he'd flirt so easily knowing the hand the Cat unwittingly played in getting them captured and subsequently tortured, if he knew how bone-deep the Cat's loneliness actually goes.
But, he doesn't let any of that unrest show on his face, because as Charles rounds the corner of the beach and starts to follow the shoreline inwards, the view of the docks comes into sight. And, well, Charles had said he'd keep an eye on him, so he might as well test that theory.
He leaps from Charles' shoulders with a little chirp, landing softly on the sand and turning to level a challenging glance at the ghost behind him before starting to scamper toward the large unassuming warehouse. ]
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With all due respect, Charles, you don't know what trouble is. You didn't even know your own name until I called you it, and I could've picked anything to call you.
[ He isn't sure why he's putting up such a fight, but something about Charles readily accepting the Cat King's bullshit without actually knowing what that bullshit entails makes him feel... not bad, exactly, but definitely not good either. Weird. Weird, but in a kind of curious way that makes him want to prise eager paws under the lid keeping the contents unknown. He wants to know if Charles would still feel like this if he knew the truth, if he'd flirt so easily knowing the hand the Cat unwittingly played in getting them captured and subsequently tortured, if he knew how bone-deep the Cat's loneliness actually goes.
But, he doesn't let any of that unrest show on his face, because as Charles rounds the corner of the beach and starts to follow the shoreline inwards, the view of the docks comes into sight. And, well, Charles had said he'd keep an eye on him, so he might as well test that theory.
He leaps from Charles' shoulders with a little chirp, landing softly on the sand and turning to level a challenging glance at the ghost behind him before starting to scamper toward the large unassuming warehouse. ]
Don't get left behind, puppy!