*hands you a kitten*
“This cat your’s?” He held it up and stared at it. “Weird cat…”
⤘ You’re one to talk..., was what Grimoald thought, glancing to Sting’s side where Lector stood.
❝No, it’s not mine. It was abandonned on the street half-starved to death, so I picked it up. ❞
He explained. Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to walk up at bypassers so randomly, but the kitty looked so sad and hurt, Grimoald just couldn’t leave it die, now could he?
❝Sooo.. I see you already own a cat, that’s why I thought maybe you could take this one in, too? ❞














