stronger than you

"I just… where did you go to high school?"

"Hah?!... The hell are you askin' that for it doesn't mean shit here, does it? Whatever. Hope's Peak. That it?" 

Shit, this was embarrassing. But he at least leaned over a bit so she could reach and successfully pat his hair.. He didn't see what the big deal was but he'd keep his cool anyway... As best he could.

"Ah, jeez.." 

"It ain't a big deal, alright? So it takes a little longer to style, who gives a shit?.. I just got used to it."

"OH, does it truly matter how? … YA ain’ have th’ means ta do it, anyway. THEN ‘gain, am I really a cat, I must wonder…?”

A ponderous moan escaped him—purrs weren’t exactly in capacity, so this was the next best thing.

"You can't be fuckin' serious right now, I have no idea what you're tryna say. What I'm seein' right now is that I'm talkin' to an overgrown house cat and it's seriously makin' me question myself. You can wonder all you want but I know what I'm lookin' at." 

Crossing his arms, a soft 'tch' escaped him as he finished. It was amazing that he still stood before the creature but...

"Oi, oi.. You touch my hair with those paws of yours and I'll punch ya right in the nose." 

"That's all you...? Seriously, if that's all you wanna do go right ahead.."

A big, big cat. But a cat either way. 

"... Why the fuck are you curious about my hair?"