[this is exactly what Styx expects from anything cat-shaped, especially after witnessing his own pet's bouts of angry shyness the first few weeks upon being taken home. he laughs in delight, completely unoffended, and drops from a crouch into a sitting position with the soft rumbling one might expect from such a large weight hitting the ground even gently.
you were supposed to ignore cats a little when they got bashful like this, right? that's convenient, because Mikasa has been talking this entire time and he's only caught about maybe one third of her reply. resting his hands atop his knees, he finally looks back up at the fae.]
Oh, he knows that kinda thing? Maybe you should just ask, then, instead of trying to guess.
[because that...was normal. just ask your cat his name. obviously.]
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you were supposed to ignore cats a little when they got bashful like this, right? that's convenient, because Mikasa has been talking this entire time and he's only caught about maybe one third of her reply. resting his hands atop his knees, he finally looks back up at the fae.]
Oh, he knows that kinda thing? Maybe you should just ask, then, instead of trying to guess.
[because that...was normal. just ask your cat his name. obviously.]