“Well…yeah, alright.” He places them back in Scott’s hand and rubs the bridge of his nose. That felt odd, even without all the red.
Chris leans his arms on the counter. “Fine, black, then. You could’ve told me any color and I’d likely believed you. Carriages are either red or brown or painted in family colors, but cats here come in every color imagined.”
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Date: 2022-04-26 11:01 pm (UTC)Chris leans his arms on the counter. “Fine, black, then. You could’ve told me any color and I’d likely believed you. Carriages are either red or brown or painted in family colors, but cats here come in every color imagined.”