💛 💜 ❤️ || she smiles, albeit weakly, like someone who did not EXPECT company, but unexpectedly landed herself with some. it isn’t particularly unwanted, but socializing has a habit of being tiring to the youkai, even on her BETTER days.
❝you’re right,❞ she says, once the initial shock has lifted. ❝the darlings could use all the friends they’re willing to make.❞
if it was purely up to her, she’d be PERPETUALLY showering the animals in affection, but cats could be very independent and even FICKLE at times. some, quite simply, cannot do with being too pampered, so she will settle for their safety.
❝she may have wanted us to meet. with how URGENT she was, i admit i was worried that i’d have to make a trip to the veterinarian.❞ brows pull in. no, if the colony needs any attention, there’s already someone here who’d offer it. for someone so small, DELICATE in stature, she’s certainly thinking quite a bit. ❝who knows, really. cats have minds of their own - it is HARDLY a wonder that humans used to associate them with witchcraft.❞
the FINAL puzzle piece clicks in her mind. the woman may not have the hat or the style of witches ( or more accurately, marisa, her MAIN source of knowledge in this regard ) but if she’s currently facing one, the youkai can’t say that she’d be surprised.
sure as the waxing wane of luminescent pearl held ‘pon glittering high. the moon was ever fickle a mistress as any other, truly. where serene simper dons ‘witchy’ visage && said little feline friend circles just at her heels something almost ravenous if not sweetly subservient ( my, how quaint ) gloved palm offers the subtly of passing touch by way of open palmed pat, the low trill of purr in pleasantries a return offer for her reward. one sleek leg folds over the other proper, strands of that intricate catsuit almost sentient as all subtle movement so seemed, shimmering beneath the shine of midnight hour.
ah, the night was... how did the kids say? still young, yes.
perhaps as a marionette would dance akin to the master’s strings, ever watchful gaze of clouded grey proceeds to drink in the sight of her as if something much more finer than the still steaming brew held steadfast at hand despite the teasing drum of fingertips along tabletop, a hum rising in stead. subtle scrunch of the nose would indicate she’s been tipped towards the belief that her company is anything but human; call it a woman’s intuition.
❝ well- it certainly isn’t because they’re black. the majority of these beauties are sadly overlooked in favor of shunning them for simple color. black is staple for elegant after all. contrary to popular belief, not every lady can pull it off. so then, do tell~. what is a lovely one like yourself wandering about so late for? ❞
