The Cat watches Edwin work, noticing the little mote of surprise in his raised eyebrows but not a single other thing — no little gasp like there had been the first time the Cat had done something shocking and low-key sexually charged around him, no widening of his eyes, just a blip in attention and then a swift refocusing — and feeling it settle in his chest somewhere that doesn't feel particularly warm, but doesn't feel all that uncomfortable either. Maybe this is what coming to terms feels like. He thought it'd be more dramatic.
"Mm, good to hear. I like this shirt." He says with a vauge little smile once Edwin releases his arm and he can stand alone and intact once more. "It feels dumb to say I'm impressed with your tidy work, since everything you do is frustratingly precise, but this is something else." He flexes his arm, impressed by the fact he can still move without any of his circulation being sacrificed, and smiles a little more sharply. "They really don't teach the important shit in school any more, huh? If you were anyone else, I'd have had to drip all the way back to the beach."
He looks over Edwin's shoulder, at the mouth of the interior cave that leads back to the main chamber and out toward sunlight.
"And speaking of the beach — we shouldn't hang out in here too long. I try to limit exposure where I can. Makes me feel all..." He shrugs his shoulders, halfway between a twitch and a shudder. "Static-y."
And then, a thought strikes him, and his tone isn't exactly empathetic, but it does sound a little warmer when he speaks: "You said this shit will linger with you, though, right? Are you good with the happy residents of Port Townsend seeing a bow tie outside a wedding for the first time in like eighty years?"
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Date: 2025-10-04 12:31 pm (UTC)"Mm, good to hear. I like this shirt." He says with a vauge little smile once Edwin releases his arm and he can stand alone and intact once more. "It feels dumb to say I'm impressed with your tidy work, since everything you do is frustratingly precise, but this is something else." He flexes his arm, impressed by the fact he can still move without any of his circulation being sacrificed, and smiles a little more sharply. "They really don't teach the important shit in school any more, huh? If you were anyone else, I'd have had to drip all the way back to the beach."
He looks over Edwin's shoulder, at the mouth of the interior cave that leads back to the main chamber and out toward sunlight.
"And speaking of the beach — we shouldn't hang out in here too long. I try to limit exposure where I can. Makes me feel all..." He shrugs his shoulders, halfway between a twitch and a shudder. "Static-y."
And then, a thought strikes him, and his tone isn't exactly empathetic, but it does sound a little warmer when he speaks: "You said this shit will linger with you, though, right? Are you good with the happy residents of Port Townsend seeing a bow tie outside a wedding for the first time in like eighty years?"