( get your feet wet — ha, that's kind of funny, considering the bad reputation cats and water have; he'll go so far as to mimic dipping a front paw into a puddle and recoiling, a faux-shudder rattling through him from ears to tail. could he laugh, he would, a goofy thing. if this whole pursuit of his doesn't work out for him, maybe jase ought to just start a career as a cat-pantomiming act.
staying a while sounds pretty damn good to him, though, if it means standing in this boy's aura for even a little while longer.
despite the way his little heart seems to jump into his throat each time briar looks down at him so calmly, it's reassuring to have someone so — well, sure of themselves to guide him through his uncertainties. jase still feels too big for this body he's rocking right now, but he's maybe becoming a little more comfortable with this idle sway of his tail, the way his whiskers twitch when he thinks he's smelled something or someone new wafting through the back alleyway. all things considered, this is somehow the longest he's spent in this form; previous attempts left him so shaken by the unintended result that he leapt right back into human form as quickly as he could.
jase certainly doesn't intend to wait it out by himself if briar's going to make his — what, potion? antidote? something? he's clueless — and as such, he nudges a small, wet nose against the back of briar's palm, trotting towards the door to the inside of the café again before looking over his shoulder at the boy.
expect a cat weaving in and out of your legs as you re-enter the shop, briar; call it instinct. )
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staying a while sounds pretty damn good to him, though, if it means standing in this boy's aura for even a little while longer.
despite the way his little heart seems to jump into his throat each time briar looks down at him so calmly, it's reassuring to have someone so — well, sure of themselves to guide him through his uncertainties. jase still feels too big for this body he's rocking right now, but he's maybe becoming a little more comfortable with this idle sway of his tail, the way his whiskers twitch when he thinks he's smelled something or someone new wafting through the back alleyway. all things considered, this is somehow the longest he's spent in this form; previous attempts left him so shaken by the unintended result that he leapt right back into human form as quickly as he could.
jase certainly doesn't intend to wait it out by himself if briar's going to make his — what, potion? antidote? something? he's clueless — and as such, he nudges a small, wet nose against the back of briar's palm, trotting towards the door to the inside of the café again before looking over his shoulder at the boy.
expect a cat weaving in and out of your legs as you re-enter the shop, briar; call it instinct. )