Send me a („◕ ⋏ ◕„) and my Muse will become a cat.
It’s a terrible, horrible, inconvenient set of circumstances, and she’d really rather not deal with it, but there isn’t much she can do about it. The body she’s in left her unable to speak or communicate with her original species, unless body language counted for something.
As a cat, it certainly spoke volumes.
With one of her ears pressed between her head and his ankle, she found that the only way she could voice her joy was to roughly rub her head against his leg. She was bound to leave a few long hairs behind, but she didn’t care — strange how aloof being a cat made someone.
What was–? "Oh? Hullo there, neko-chan…“
Although he was at first irritated that the officers hadn’t shown up yet, now seventeen minutes thirty-two seconds late, Hakuba suddenly felt a bit of relief. It wouldn’t do to have them hear him speaking to a cat as if it were a person, after all, which was something that he just couldn’t resist.
He watched her for a moment, eyes narrowing as he studied the details of her coat, looking for a collar amid all of the long hair, then looked around them for any sign of a potential owner. Not that there would be one, of course. Those who kept cats outdoors wouldn’t bother, and there were plenty of stray cats about.
So he crouched down, offering a hand for her to sniff, curious and cautious, and continued to look for any sign of ownership. "Are you lost?”