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Dr. Pickles adjusted his sweater and got to his paws, the features of his face emotionless and stone like as he looked about the area. It had been a few days since he had the chance to test out his methods and since then he had come up with ways to improve some of the outcomes, it really was a shame, such a bore. His powder blue eyes narrowed in thought. "Perhaps I should go out, might get lucky and run into a test subject." He crowed to himself, a smirk flitting across his face before returning to a blank state. He wouldn't settle for a simple fight in this moment, the wounds of his last skirmish had closed already and the sting of pain had since vanished.
"Greetings" Shezri's low rasp preceded her quiet otherwise approach. Her large eyes settled on his sweater. Being a somewhat new addition to the League, she had never really interacted with the strange feline. Not that she was one to talk. There were many strange folk in this place. Though, she'd never seen any cat with a pelt quite like his, and she was curious. "This one is wondering if you would like some company in your travels."
The she-cats voice drew his blue eyes to her, she had been a newer addition to their group but this was the first he had interacted with her. His head tilted slightly to the left as he listened to her speak, such a strange speech pattern. "I don't particularly like company, but you may join me if you like." While he would have preferred to go alone, he had become curious of her origin after hearing her talk.
"Good," she meowed, failing to acknowledge his desire to be alone. She was a curious cat, and perhaps a bit selfish. Weather or not he welcomed it, she had questions, and she would be very liberal with the asking.
"Shezri is curious," she rasped. "Where is it you come from? The color of your fur is most... interesting." She eyed the sweater, not having ever seen clothing before, and quite unaware that it wasn't actually a part of his coat.
He gave her a curt nod and immediately began walking away, willing to allow her along but unwilling to wait or change his pace to accommodate her; even as she began to speak again he did not stop. His eyes moved to her and he followed her gaze to his sweater, he had thought her a curious feline already but had she really never seen something like this... He did find it refreshing how direct the she-cat was, most tended to avoid him and when they couldn't the air was more times than not filled with tension and an extended silence.
"I come from a twoleg place, but I grew up here, this was given to me and I simply chose to keep it." He paused for a moment and lifted a paw to the neck of his sweater, pulling it away from his throat to show her. "It's called a sweater." He explained without giving any detail.
