[ he purrs as loudly as he can to show that he's not upset, and gently headbutts vash's chin before slinking out of his arms and onto the couch. a moment later, the familiar magic takes hold, and it's cain seated there, dressed simply in the large t-shirt and shorts he wears to sleep. he crosses one metal thigh over the other, folding his hands atop his knee, and smiles, amused and apologetic. ]
I'm sorry, dear. To be fair, you left your door open, and as a cat, your scent is very soothing.
[ it probably has more to do with the fact that cain likes and trusts vash, and something about feline instincts makes him more inclined to just do what he wants. ]
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I'm sorry, dear. To be fair, you left your door open, and as a cat, your scent is very soothing.
[ it probably has more to do with the fact that cain likes and trusts vash, and something about feline instincts makes him more inclined to just do what he wants. ]