Several factors, and none he wished to share with her, which she could not begrudge just yet. After all, they were not even at the first name stage. Just going with silly nicknames.
Mahasuri lapped a velcro-textured tongue at her upper lips, a personal gesture of thought more than one of hunger. Goldie-cat.
"I come from the tropics, I think. Or was it the mountains...?"
An orange glare out into the distance, as if the glamorous sky itself might tell her. But these things did not speak, much. They could not be trusted to spark her memory. "I don't know that I recall. I mostly wander, mark, and find myself shifting where I sleep depending on who I piss off."
Honest, but not delivered with any sense of sorrow. Goldie-cat hardly felt such a thing most days.
Mahasuri lapped a velcro-textured tongue at her upper lips, a personal gesture of thought more than one of hunger. Goldie-cat.
"I come from the tropics, I think. Or was it the mountains...?"
An orange glare out into the distance, as if the glamorous sky itself might tell her. But these things did not speak, much. They could not be trusted to spark her memory. "I don't know that I recall. I mostly wander, mark, and find myself shifting where I sleep depending on who I piss off."
Honest, but not delivered with any sense of sorrow. Goldie-cat hardly felt such a thing most days.