// if you really don't mind, take me as i am, take me as i am when you get a chance
take your time, i understand, believe me when i say i carry all my sins //
take your time, i understand, believe me when i say i carry all my sins //
"Cause someone decided to start jerking me around with fake cats." There's less heat in his voice now that it seems like they're finally getting somewhere. He's all too eager to follow after Milo, though the question gives him a moment's pause. "I didn't know they could predict storms. I need a uh... I need a favour from it, I guess." It's the mildest way to explain he needs some cat's blood without sounding like some kind of serial killer. He's known people who did that, it's not a vibe he wants to give off, even at his most threatening.
Though recently his tune has started to change, Nate is not at his core a cat person, the kissy noises are as bemusing as they are mystifying, though if it gets him a sear cat he's willing to hope backwards on one foot. The reality ends up just as strange though, as the red-head calls a name, and a voice answers. For a moment, all Nate can do is stare, absolutely dumbfounded. The day to day reality of Caido is almost impossible to believe, but in the end, it's a talking cat that finally stumps him so badly he actually needs a moment, a confused smile clinging to his face. "It can... you can talk?" He quickly goes from addressing Milo to addressing 'Fluff', not sure if it's rude to talk about an apparently sentient animal.
Though recently his tune has started to change, Nate is not at his core a cat person, the kissy noises are as bemusing as they are mystifying, though if it gets him a sear cat he's willing to hope backwards on one foot. The reality ends up just as strange though, as the red-head calls a name, and a voice answers. For a moment, all Nate can do is stare, absolutely dumbfounded. The day to day reality of Caido is almost impossible to believe, but in the end, it's a talking cat that finally stumps him so badly he actually needs a moment, a confused smile clinging to his face. "It can... you can talk?" He quickly goes from addressing Milo to addressing 'Fluff', not sure if it's rude to talk about an apparently sentient animal.
NATE
