"Who ever said a thing about manual labour? Eugh." The Cat gives a dramatic little shudder, not ignorant in the slightest to the fact that he'd given Edwin another clue. And if that's what he'd been fishing for with that comment, the Cat is more than happy to oblige him. "I wouldn't ever make you do anything I wouldn't do myself. Didn't I tell you that I'm a fair Cat King?" And a consensual one, but that much should be fairly obvious by this point, since the Cat has been showing surprisingly good behaviour for a while now.
"But that-" He says as Edwin gives his confirmation. "Is music to my ears." He throws his free arm wide as though displaying a new world opened up for them. "Herein lies the start of your slippery slope into indulgence, baby. It's only downhill from here."
And, speaking of Edwin's gloves, the Cat squeezes his fingers again before starting to pull him across the little inlet of sand and stones, off toward the rockier area heading out toward the crook of the shoreline. This could almost be considered nice, he thinks, if there weren't a motive to it. It reminds him of their time together at the market, but even then they'd had a bigger goal in mind than just simply spending time together. Well, Edwin had, at least. He wonders what it might be like, some day, if they were to simply see one another for the pleasure of it. It's easy to imagine from his perspective, but Edwin...? He's not so sure.
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Date: 2025-09-12 05:58 pm (UTC)"But that-" He says as Edwin gives his confirmation. "Is music to my ears." He throws his free arm wide as though displaying a new world opened up for them. "Herein lies the start of your slippery slope into indulgence, baby. It's only downhill from here."
And, speaking of Edwin's gloves, the Cat squeezes his fingers again before starting to pull him across the little inlet of sand and stones, off toward the rockier area heading out toward the crook of the shoreline. This could almost be considered nice, he thinks, if there weren't a motive to it. It reminds him of their time together at the market, but even then they'd had a bigger goal in mind than just simply spending time together. Well, Edwin had, at least. He wonders what it might be like, some day, if they were to simply see one another for the pleasure of it. It's easy to imagine from his perspective, but Edwin...? He's not so sure.