Dark chocolate rimmed ears flattened almost immediately as a hand shot up brushing away his paw. He couldn’t help it if he was curious, it was in his nature. "Oh yeah? If they aren’t tears, then what are they and how come they’re still there?" Simba retorted with a raised brow as he stepped back away from the stranger. He sure seemed weird, but perhaps he was in denial about being upset. That happened sometimes with some creatures, for his Father had told him that everyone expresses feelings differently than one another. Maybe that was the case.
░≾νﻨﻨﻨ≿░▬▬ Why was the cat talking, furry things didn't talk, did they ? Emerald eyes blinked as a brow quirked. <<They are my marks -- And they are there... B-because --» Well, why were they were again? He had forgotten that already. It had been so long since he had gotten them, that he no longer could recall what they were or why they were there. <<Look, they are old, and they are cool, so let's leave it with that -->>
«You are eight times too curious little guy,» a shrug came with Axel's head as he sighed, allowing a glowed hand move behind his own head, scratching it. Here he had been trying to rest before heading further on the mission, and now a little furball was in his way. But -- Wait -- <<Say, ya' seem to know your way around here... What's your name, cat?>>