↳ meow ↰:

  ⟨ 椿— Hm. So he liked cats. Well, it’s definitely good to know—-at least, if he won’t discuss of his injuries, Karmina could always retort on the subject of those little feline creatures she oh-so-much likes aswell. Crouching down to reach the kid’s eye level, the demon glanced at the stray kitten with curiosity, almost as if she were trying to catch its attention by merely looking. She didn’t dare pet it; since the other was already doing that.

     “ Ah, me? ” she sounded slightly surprised– she wasn’t, really. “ Oh, yes. I really like cats. They’re perhaps most interesting after hu—society. If I could keep one, I would. ”  and why couldn’t she, is the clever question one would ask: because she’s a nomad. It’s useless to adopt a kitten ( or really, any kind of pet ) if you constantly move around the world with no true purpose but study and examine. To not say that she did have the ability to shapeshift into a cat herself- though it’d be interesting to bond with a real one, she wasn’t sure about wether or not it would’ve sensed her INHUMANITY.

Cats were creatures full of surprises, after all. “ I think what I like most about them, is when they curl into a ball to sleep. The unicolored cats end up being… spots. Black spots, white spots, brown spots, orange spots. It is definitely most cute. ” she was still staring at the kitten, not glancing up at the kid– too enthralled within the feline. ⟩

↳ ❂ ↰  So they had that in common, then. They both liked cats but couldn’t keep them. Well–perhaps he could, but he didn’t want to risk it getting hurt in the midst of all the things he himself had to deal with. Cats were possibly the only animals he felt compassion for; even humans didn’t qualify as something to be concerned about. They did nothing to deserve that respect, and any single person who did was dead and gone.

“Spots are nice. I like when they snore.” The sounds cats made were almost unbearably cute, especially when they were asleep. It also showed that the feline liked him if it trusted him enough to fall so deeply into sleep around him, and that was comforting. He preferred being appreciated for his presence and not his intellect, for he knew how much damage the latter could cause (and how much it could fail when he needed it most). “And stick their paws out. Everything about cats is cute.”

He knew there were people who’d disagree with that statement, but they were clearly wrong. How could someone in their right mind not appreciate such perfect creatures? Though, he didn’t find humans particularly interesting himself despite her sentiment–and why the slip-up? It seemed suspicious (she nearly said humans rather than society, implying the role of someone outside humanity), but he wouldn’t question it.