Cat Chatter (TAG: Bluebeard)
It was hard to believe how poorly he had felt in the not-too-distant past, but it was even stranger to realize how much better he felt now. Only in a short while ago he had been unable to really feel happy at all, trying to keep up a feigned expression of contentedness as he went through his daily patterns, all the while constantly distracted by his own thoughts and feelings. All that had left him now though, after his discussion with Jack. After he had told him he wanted to be with him through good times and horrible moments alike. And after he had come to terms with all that those words implied. Now he was able to carry himself with the same happiness he had before, this time with utter genuineness. His smile was once-more warm and inviting, and no longer hid the grim contemplation that had plagued him for weeks. And his warm aura had returned again. All because he now had peace of mind.
With the most important problem in his life now taken care of, at least to the point of being manageable once more, Danny was now free to ponder more trivial matters. Such as why the strange 'anons' of the school seemed so eager on telling him to meet Francis' assistant. In truth, he knew almost nothing about Bluebeard. He knew he was a feline and, like Francis, he possessed the ability to assume a far-more human like form at will. Which was an interesting bit of information, as such a thing was quite difficult. He doubted he had an innate ability to shapeshift, like he did. The far more likely answer was that someone had made some sort of charm, like Jack had made for Francis in the past, and given it to him.Â
The demon shrugged his shoulders lightly, turning a corner in the ancient hall. There was little use pondering such things now, especially when he could easily ask in a few moments. His green eyes drifted to the now familiar door. The last time he had left here, he had been feeling much better. He could only hope this conversation would bare the same conclusion. He balled his paw into a light fist and gave a solid knock.Â
He then took a step backwards, adjusted his bow tie as he always did while waiting at the door, and waited for a sign of life. Danny had already begun forming a series of questions in his head, and he could only hope that someone would respond soon. Or else, with enough time, he may just spring all his inquiries at them in a single moment. And that wouldn't help anyone.Â
