The Cat pauses in his needling of Edwin's cuff to narrow his eyes a bit; like a Cat considering if the arm of a couch is worth sharpening its claws on. His smile overturns his attempts to control it, but he looks self-satisfied rather than guilty now.
"You escaped from Hell? Why, Edwin. You should have told me, I had no idea."
Apparently having swapped out needling his sweater for needling the ghost himself, the Cat relents quickly to make sure Edwin knows it's all in jest, by returning the little back-and-forth of his fingers across the seam of the cuff, and giving another casual little lift of his shoulders as they take a turn and start making their way down the little sloping road leading toward the familiar giftshop, and the lighthouse.
"Anyway, who said I was taking you spelunking? Isn't making assumptions a bad look for a detective?"
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Date: 2025-09-09 08:26 am (UTC)"You escaped from Hell? Why, Edwin. You should have told me, I had no idea."
Apparently having swapped out needling his sweater for needling the ghost himself, the Cat relents quickly to make sure Edwin knows it's all in jest, by returning the little back-and-forth of his fingers across the seam of the cuff, and giving another casual little lift of his shoulders as they take a turn and start making their way down the little sloping road leading toward the familiar giftshop, and the lighthouse.
"Anyway, who said I was taking you spelunking? Isn't making assumptions a bad look for a detective?"