Paws stretch up onto the woman's leg, claws flexing to catch onto the fabric of her clothes. "Was it you I heard calling for a familiar?" His yellow eyes stared up at her, "I accept, but I ain't walkin! I might break a nail." He scrambled up, ungracefully clawing his way onto her shoulder before settling down, "Better, this is what I deserve. I'd prefer a bag though, can you get a bag?"
SHE DIDN'T RECALL ASKING FOR SUCH A THING; but it would appear she hadn't a choice in the matter no more, suppose once chosen you couldn't deny the gift of a companion wherever the puss has come from; or perhaps she had called for him? certainly not by her own words but maybe the loneliness that weighed her heart down. the presence that made her smile far from warm. had this been her sunday best, he would of been shooed but she allows him to step onto his hind legs and paw at her as though begging for a treat, a handsome little puss he was with glossy fur and golden eyes that made the crescent moon green with envy, she can only imagine how silky that fur of his was... and she finds that out rather quickly as he suddenly hops up; not quite as graceful as he probably thought he was being and she winces slightly from his claws and thanks herself for choosing leather for her hair to mimic; it at least shielded her from a complete clawing from him before he finally settles around her shoulder like a skinned minc. indeed, his fur was quite magnificent. a witch with no memories was a lonesome existance, a truth that she would never admit aloud but had he sensed it? had he perhaps... heard the painful drip drop of her bleeding heart? the softed of smiles curls her lips, like the touch of candlelight, BAYONETTA reaches up and gives that chin of his a scratch. she had quite the softness for cats. ❝ – … well, it's good to know you got taste at least. ❞
