Port Townsend is much the same as it ever was, save for the fact that the weather isn't quite as prone to random fits of terrible lightning or gloomy clouds now that it's resident witch has no power over it on account of her being Very Much Not Here. It doesn't feel all that much different otherwise, but the Cat feels a certain kind of freedom being able to walk around in this form with Edwin without worrying about her nasty bird spies or even the woman herself clip-clopping her way down the high street. It isn't often he walks as a human, preferring to move as a cat, but something tells him Edwin won't much appreciate being left quite literally in the dust by his quicker feline pace.
Speaking of felines.
"All cats are cats, Edwin, regardless of their size. For once, this isn't something you know more than me about—"
It isn't a spit, not exactly, but there is a show of teeth and a definite... straightening to the Cat's posture. Okay, so maybe he hasn't quite gotten used to walking around like this yet, and maybe Esther's absence is a blessing, but her presence is still heavy in the air, and maybe he's been driving himself nuts in the confines of his pillow palace and is feeling a little on edge because of it. Then, there's the problem he'd invited Edwin here to help him fix that could very well be messing with the general aura of the town as a whole and...
"Sorry," He grits out, inhaling slow and exhaling sharply out of his nose, his spine relaxing with the emptying of his lungs. He's only really shown his short patience to Edwin once, and that had left a real sour taste in his mouth, so — reluctant to repeat that — he focuses back in on the game element, without elaborating on his apology, or his apparent ill mood.
"Twenty questions should give us enough time to get there, if you want to play along." Wrenching himself back into business as usual, he tilts his head at Edwin and smiles. "Unless you want to get a little more personal; we could play two truths and a lie."
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Date: 2025-09-06 07:48 pm (UTC)Speaking of felines.
"All cats are cats, Edwin, regardless of their size. For once, this isn't something you know more than me about—"
It isn't a spit, not exactly, but there is a show of teeth and a definite... straightening to the Cat's posture. Okay, so maybe he hasn't quite gotten used to walking around like this yet, and maybe Esther's absence is a blessing, but her presence is still heavy in the air, and maybe he's been driving himself nuts in the confines of his pillow palace and is feeling a little on edge because of it. Then, there's the problem he'd invited Edwin here to help him fix that could very well be messing with the general aura of the town as a whole and...
"Sorry," He grits out, inhaling slow and exhaling sharply out of his nose, his spine relaxing with the emptying of his lungs. He's only really shown his short patience to Edwin once, and that had left a real sour taste in his mouth, so — reluctant to repeat that — he focuses back in on the game element, without elaborating on his apology, or his apparent ill mood.
"Twenty questions should give us enough time to get there, if you want to play along." Wrenching himself back into business as usual, he tilts his head at Edwin and smiles. "Unless you want to get a little more personal; we could play two truths and a lie."