[It isn't Alfyn's first time meeting a cat. Cyrus mentions Linde flat out, and she's got hunting instincts better than all the rest of 'em put together.
But rather than grow word-weary or frustrated, Alfyn finds himself just. Watching. Enjoying the sound of the Professor's voice as his explanation intensifies and he delves into the details.
He may not have heard all of it; at its end, he's wearing a kind of goofy smile. Gods, he misses them all so much.
The ghost cat, on the other hand, has its eyes fixed on Cyrus's ribbon. It's flicking its tiny tail back and forth very fast.]
Heh. Think it likes you, Professor.
[Not that surprising. Only the truly evil dislike Cyrus.]
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But rather than grow word-weary or frustrated, Alfyn finds himself just. Watching. Enjoying the sound of the Professor's voice as his explanation intensifies and he delves into the details.
He may not have heard all of it; at its end, he's wearing a kind of goofy smile. Gods, he misses them all so much.
The ghost cat, on the other hand, has its eyes fixed on Cyrus's ribbon. It's flicking its tiny tail back and forth very fast.]
Heh. Think it likes you, Professor.
[Not that surprising. Only the truly evil dislike Cyrus.]