[His wrist is easily caught, captured by fingers in a punishing grasp. The pressure causes Cain to bare his teeth almost reflexively; it isn't painful, not immediately, but the threat is a low promise. Violence is like a siren's call—it only makes him want to win more.]
A cat. What the hell do you think? Cats have those pointy, fluffy, cute ears…
[Hesitation trails his voice off. Dark eyes narrow, more with realization than anything else, slow brain working at the puzzle of why a man would have a cat's ears on his head. Maybe… modifications? Magic? The bizarre nature of this world suggests anything. His fingers slacken, but he's still crowding Six back without sign of defeat.]
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A cat. What the hell do you think? Cats have those pointy, fluffy, cute ears…
[Hesitation trails his voice off. Dark eyes narrow, more with realization than anything else, slow brain working at the puzzle of why a man would have a cat's ears on his head. Maybe… modifications? Magic? The bizarre nature of this world suggests anything. His fingers slacken, but he's still crowding Six back without sign of defeat.]
… Are they real?