( And she reaches out to touch him curiously, because that's what she wants to do, but it doesn't go over as well as planned. Her fingers are nearly ice cold and she fades through him momentarily. )
[London gives her his very best 'I Told You So' look. It's surprisingly effective. When her fingers pass through him, he shivers. But oh, this is interesting.
London prowls forwards, moving to rub against her leg, and promptly falls through it. Oh god. Oh god, cold cold cold.]
( She snorts a laugh, crouching down further to offer forward her hand to the cat. She's got no scent, and further, she has no physical mass. It's brilliant in a way, and it makes her smile to offer just friendliness to the cat-person. )
So I have to ask: Were you a cat to start or a man to start?
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( And she reaches out to touch him curiously, because that's what she wants to do, but it doesn't go over as well as planned. Her fingers are nearly ice cold and she fades through him momentarily. )
Any other tricks up your sleeve?
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London prowls forwards, moving to rub against her leg, and promptly falls through it. Oh god. Oh god, cold cold cold.]
( She snorts a laugh, crouching down further to offer forward her hand to the cat. She's got no scent, and further, she has no physical mass. It's brilliant in a way, and it makes her smile to offer just friendliness to the cat-person. )
So I have to ask: Were you a cat to start or a man to start?
(See? All that time working as a psych sitter for the hospital has paid off. Hooray!)
I must point out, you have hands.
[There's a soft exhalation of air, and then...
Huh.
He's a cat.]
(Metody laughs)
You're a shifter! I'm sorry - I thought you were crazy!