Feline Conversations (OPEN)

Arthur wasn’t particularly fond of cats, just generally preferring dogs and horses, but animals in general held a soft place in his heart, having worked with them constantly in his youth. He leaned down, scratching the young bobcat behind the ear. ”And I you, Remi,” Arthur said, as he released the man’s hand. The Rathskeller wasn’t particularly busy, aside from a few people sitting by themselves. No one he recognized. He wasn’t sure how he liked this world, how he would be able to integrate himself into a place such as this. Starting at the bottom was nothing new. Before he was king, he was a squire to his pompous knight brother, but at least he knew people, he knew his place. This was just… He felt a little lost. He gave Remi another grin. ”Sitting in a tavern alone is far from what I would expect from a man with such a bright smile,” Arthur commented. ”Meeting someone? Or mulling over life decisions?” He chuckled lightly, but as far as he knew there weren’t many other reasons to be alone in a bar. arthur The Once and Future King