⊕ four

[neverbeenworse]

[Video;

Enma is sitting on the ground outside of the Casualty Communal, back against the wall, the faint traces of a smile on his face. The mews of multiple cats can be heard, and as he adjusts the angle of the camera, it becomes obvious that he's amassed a small crowd of scruffy, underweight strays.]

Are the--

[As he begins, a cat sniffs at the

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[queensharbour]

We only have one.

[Thoughtful.] Maybe they thought you had food.

[neverbeenworse]

[stops to check his pockets]

Mm....

[queensharbour]

Or you might just look edible.

[neverbeenworse]

I wouldn't taste good.

[queensharbour]

You don't know that.

[neverbeenworse]

I'm all bruised.

[queensharbour]

So you're already tenderized.

[neverbeenworse]

Or damaged.

[queensharbour]

They aren't picky.

[neverbeenworse]

[a long pause. Looks down at the cat in his lap]

...Don't really mind the danger.

[queensharbour]

Then you'll get on well.

Going to keep them all?

[neverbeenworse]

Just one.

[and he'll be holding up the orange one with the tiny bend in its tail]

[queensharbour]

... Its name?

[neverbeenworse]

[a pause to remember the full name Spain gave him. Fff]

...Señor Don Gato?

[queensharbour]

That's not very catchy.

[neverbeenworse]

[a sigh]

I didn't think of it.