The Cat considers Edwin's words, still feeling that strange bubbling desire to do something, though even he isn't quite sure what. It isn't until he thinks about using this brief moment of tangibility to get something out of Edwin he might never get again — like that kiss that will circle his thoughts for weeks and weeks after Edwin calls it a day and returns back to London like he always will — that inspiration strikes.
He still has Edwin boxed in against the wall, still has him pinned, even though Edwin is more like a rat with sharp teeth than he is a meek mouse. The Cat has used up his gifts, has nothing more to use as leverage, but perhaps he can shift the scales a little, if Edwin is feeling generous.
"I know I haven't earned it, but I wanna call in an IOU. I'll do whatever, whenever, and I won't bitch about it in the slightest, even if it's some dumbass menial task or like, sorting through a bunch of old shit to find one line of spellwork or whatever." He flicks his tongue over his scar, suddenly wondering if this is a good idea but figuring its much too late to back out now. "... Will you- Can you hold me?"
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Date: 2025-12-03 07:34 pm (UTC)He still has Edwin boxed in against the wall, still has him pinned, even though Edwin is more like a rat with sharp teeth than he is a meek mouse. The Cat has used up his gifts, has nothing more to use as leverage, but perhaps he can shift the scales a little, if Edwin is feeling generous.
"I know I haven't earned it, but I wanna call in an IOU. I'll do whatever, whenever, and I won't bitch about it in the slightest, even if it's some dumbass menial task or like, sorting through a bunch of old shit to find one line of spellwork or whatever." He flicks his tongue over his scar, suddenly wondering if this is a good idea but figuring its much too late to back out now. "... Will you- Can you hold me?"