Gage darted a glance between the two in confusion, erasing whatever spirited banter lingered on his tongue.
Instead he mouthed 'what the fuck', and the autumnal air, unusually hot for this time of year, air swallowed it whole.
Subtlety isn't my strong suit, pretty kitty.
[Narrator:
Dear reader. It was in fact his super power.
This man would create wars and blood she'd over an imperceptible smirk if he so deemed it necessary]
[deep rumbled laugh, head tilting instinctively to scar blurred and half hidden in shadows]
Something like that. It's my place but I'm pretty sure she adopted me and not the other way around.
[the barely perceptible rustle of fur did not escape Seb's keen hearing, and with an equally silent grunt righted to stalk across the kitchen to present her highness a cheese plate]
Eat. Stay safe. I'm getting a few hours of shuteye since the sun is up.
[Eloquent as ever]
"Meow-rning."
A full feline stretch later accompanied by zero regrets on the cheesy greeting.
Mmm.
Cheese.
Delicious but a poor substitute for cream laden hot coffee. Oh how she missed being human for that reason alone. Halloween can't come soon enough.
@DarkVelvetSoul We either seve the drinks or are unpaid therapists; you're the former, shirley temples... extra ice, if I remember right.
What brings you in tonight?
@DarkVelvetSoul Don't know, do you? Most don't remember their bartenders.
[Practiced charismatic smile, keenly aware his grotesque cheek scar tended to garner open gawks and unwanted questions or concerned looks]
βΊ
Halloween will be here soon enough.
[Lights off, sun down, Seb stood at the door his broad shoulders easily filling the frame]
Gotta run, Sabs. Come down to the bar if you want. Always have that spot reserved for you.
[And he enjoyed antagonizing his canine patrons]
I called her Sir. Once.
[Index finger waving in the air punctuating the number, exasperation coated his deep timbered voice]
How was I supposed to know ... she stank of dog and looked built like one too.
Wolves.