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It should have came as a little bit of surprise, what with the way he felt such uncontrollable anger towards that cat-like boy. He loved cats, in a platonic sort of way. Perhaps it was the half cat, half human aspect of it, or maybe it was just this one in particular, Sebastian couldn't find a good answer. Nonetheless, he shouldn't have felt such anger and hate. He didn't allow it to show on his face, kept a smile that was trained to his lips, despite the uncontrollable despite towards the cat-boy in his room.
For awhile, Cheshire was merely a companion, Sebastian had taken to him quickly. He loved it. Those ears, that tail, the paws--It was wonderful. He tried on occasions to help Cheshire find his owner, although, in the end, when their luck ran dry, he took him back to the room. It wasn't like he would allow this magnificent beast to run around this filthy and naughty hotel.
But today, or rather now, as he stared from across his room, his eyes had narrowed. It could be the hotel at fault. But it wasn't stopping Sebastian from curling his gloved fingers, fighting off the instinct to attack his little friend. "You're a rather pathetic one, aren't you? Trying to find your owner. Perhaps she doesn't want you any longer." He wasn't formal at all with the way he spoke, his voice laced with venom and hate. "You're worthless, Cheshire."
For awhile, Cheshire was merely a companion, Sebastian had taken to him quickly. He loved it. Those ears, that tail, the paws--It was wonderful. He tried on occasions to help Cheshire find his owner, although, in the end, when their luck ran dry, he took him back to the room. It wasn't like he would allow this magnificent beast to run around this filthy and naughty hotel.
But today, or rather now, as he stared from across his room, his eyes had narrowed. It could be the hotel at fault. But it wasn't stopping Sebastian from curling his gloved fingers, fighting off the instinct to attack his little friend. "You're a rather pathetic one, aren't you? Trying to find your owner. Perhaps she doesn't want you any longer." He wasn't formal at all with the way he spoke, his voice laced with venom and hate. "You're worthless, Cheshire."