Bastien
The sudden feeling of something weaving between his legs certainly did catch Bastien's attention, making him jump as his mind was diverted from his sketching. Looking down and seeing that it was not in fact a monster residing in the bar but a friendly ginger cat, he smiled and leaned down to hold a hand out for her to smell, then went to pet her if the cat seemed welcoming to that."Why hello, piccolo gatto. Do you live here, or are you lost?" He asked, looking about the bar to see if he could spot an owner or anyone watching him with the cat; when he couldn't he shrugged and patted the spot on the bench next to him. There had been many strays in Venice and he had always left out a bowl of water and food outside the sanctuary when he had been able; in some ways, this was quite nostalgic. "If you stay still enough, I may be able to draw your sweet face."
Let's pick the truth that we believe in
like a bad religion
