[-The cat talks?! Ugh, and with a little kid's voice, creepy. The beast - or Nagiri, who hopes he can still be called that - grimaces, glaring at it with disgust.
At least it made way... But whatever that presence is, even if it looks like just a cat, Nagiri doesn't want to turn his back to it, or crawl next to it. It gives him goosebumps. Bracing his back against the wall opposite of the cat, Nagiri drags himself along the wall with his blades awkwardly. The damn fin on his back makes itself known by getting in the way, and his tail flops awkwardly, being no help at all in keeping him upright... But he keeps his head up with dignity, glaring down. (Even if he's shirking away from a damn cat, refusing to take his eyes off it...)]
Away. [Is all he wheezes at the cat in response. "Fuck off" remains unsaid for now, only because talking is difficult, but his tone clearly implies it.
(He does have the complexion and body heat of a corpse, but he's alive, in some sense of the word. But right now, he might just smell more like fish than death.)]
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At least it made way... But whatever that presence is, even if it looks like just a cat, Nagiri doesn't want to turn his back to it, or crawl next to it. It gives him goosebumps. Bracing his back against the wall opposite of the cat, Nagiri drags himself along the wall with his blades awkwardly. The damn fin on his back makes itself known by getting in the way, and his tail flops awkwardly, being no help at all in keeping him upright... But he keeps his head up with dignity, glaring down. (Even if he's shirking away from a damn cat, refusing to take his eyes off it...)]
Away. [Is all he wheezes at the cat in response. "Fuck off" remains unsaid for now, only because talking is difficult, but his tone clearly implies it.
(He does have the complexion and body heat of a corpse, but he's alive, in some sense of the word. But right now, he might just smell more like fish than death.)]