@oneneetblackcat continued from here.
Cats weren't his thing. They were always Roxy's, but that didn't mean Dirk didn't care about them. They were still cute, and they did carry the reminder of his lost friend. Black ones in particular, given the large number of mutant kittens she had made that were black. Sadly, this one didn't have extra eyes or a cute suit or anything. But it did have one mutant power, apparently. It could talk, which was far more startling than the physical mutations could ever have been.
He stops, holding the cat up in front of his face, hands firmly around its sides, careful to keep the flailing paws far enough away they wouldn't hurt him. "Holy shit, little dude. You talk?"











