[The line of his gaze doesn't waver, hooked on pointed cat ears with an intensity not soon to ease. By their movement, they can't be fake—or if they are, it's a work of engineering he's never seen before. In this world anything feels possible… but the threat of crushing disappointment keeps Cain hoping.]
Uh, no. Nope. You definitely got something on your head. Are you serious right now?
[Emboldened by the sweet intoxication of mead and honey, he doesn't stifle the impulse to reach out, itching to get both sets of fingers on fluffy triangle ears. He's never wanted anything more in his life. Truly. This is it. He's already fantasizing about how soft they must be, whether they'll fold easily under his touch or remain rigid, whether they'll tickle and twitch to be freed, whether they'll elicit any sounds from their owner. All possibilities are thrilling to imagine after he's spent so long looking at Earth creatures but never seeing them in the flesh. Uh, fur. He's just gotta…reach—]
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Uh, no. Nope. You definitely got something on your head. Are you serious right now?
[Emboldened by the sweet intoxication of mead and honey, he doesn't stifle the impulse to reach out, itching to get both sets of fingers on fluffy triangle ears. He's never wanted anything more in his life. Truly. This is it. He's already fantasizing about how soft they must be, whether they'll fold easily under his touch or remain rigid, whether they'll tickle and twitch to be freed, whether they'll elicit any sounds from their owner. All possibilities are thrilling to imagine after he's spent so long looking at Earth creatures but never seeing them in the flesh. Uh, fur. He's just gotta…reach—]
Lemme touch them. C'mon.