Somehow, despite the fact that Edwin had seen the physical change in him already, it had never dawned on the Cat King that he might not have put two and two together and guessed that his outfit wasn't just a simple fashion choice, but a biological change. Or, rather, he's more surprised that Crystal hadn't mentioned it when they'd all regrouped, but then... there'd been other things taking precedence, hadn't there? And of Crystal's priorities, the Cat doesn't think he rates high enough to warrant an update like that. At least that meant that Crystal either didn't know about his involvement in the boys' final capture, or didn't blame him for it. Somehow, he expects the former rather than the latter.
The comment about the philharmonic surprises a rather genuine sound of amusement out of him, an honest laugh because it seems so fucking absurd that he would have made all this effort to take Edwin somewhere where he can't talk to him and can only look at him. He might as well go back to stalking him with cats, at that rate.
"God, no. Don't worry, not an instrument in sight this evening." He's sure Edwin's seen enough of those for now, at least. But, he doesn't give any further information because Edwin didn't actually ask for it and so, petulantly, he doesn't see why he should give it. Instead, he fastens up the belt of his overcoat and holds out his arm for Edwin to take his elbow.
"And I was an angora." He taps Edwin's breastbone with his finger, relishing the new texture under his hand now that it isn't that simple wool uniform of his, and trying his best not to let the fact that Edwin thinks this form suits him go to his head. "Clearly you need to brush up on your cat breeds, Mister Detective. Or are you hoping I'll do the heavy lifting for you if you run into a werecat in the alleyways of London?"
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Date: 2025-09-06 05:53 pm (UTC)The comment about the philharmonic surprises a rather genuine sound of amusement out of him, an honest laugh because it seems so fucking absurd that he would have made all this effort to take Edwin somewhere where he can't talk to him and can only look at him. He might as well go back to stalking him with cats, at that rate.
"God, no. Don't worry, not an instrument in sight this evening." He's sure Edwin's seen enough of those for now, at least. But, he doesn't give any further information because Edwin didn't actually ask for it and so, petulantly, he doesn't see why he should give it. Instead, he fastens up the belt of his overcoat and holds out his arm for Edwin to take his elbow.
"And I was an angora." He taps Edwin's breastbone with his finger, relishing the new texture under his hand now that it isn't that simple wool uniform of his, and trying his best not to let the fact that Edwin thinks this form suits him go to his head. "Clearly you need to brush up on your cat breeds, Mister Detective. Or are you hoping I'll do the heavy lifting for you if you run into a werecat in the alleyways of London?"