So he had forgotten another black talking cat. Mao couldn’t quite frown in this form, though his brow seemed to furrow for a moment. “I dunno… I should know it, though,” he said of the cat’s name, suggesting either that he had seen the movie, or that he was indeed from Japan and therefore would just know. He meant the former, still trying to be secretive of his identity.
Flattery would get Vaughn everywhere. Mao loved to have his ego stroked in any way. He purred again, head lifted proud. “Oh man, you got me all figured out, don’t you, V?” He didn’t mind his sneaky ways being called out, the fact that Vaughn was aware of being used yet still gave Mao what he wanted just made him feel all the more accomplished. His mother had taught him well, too bad she had to fuck up and get herself caught. Mao didn’t intend for that to ever happen to him. And it probably wouldn’t, because who would arrest a cat?
The monster cat uttered something like a snort when asked if Vaughn should prepare his apartment for his safety, “I’m too badass to get hurt by anything, don’t worry.” A boastful lie. He might not have the weaknesses of a werewolf, but he could most definitely get hurt. Maybe if he wasn’t part human he could be invincible, but he had no full demons like himself around to tell him what was what.
“You might think no one’s looking, but this town’s got eyes everywhere.” Like nosy redheads with cameras ready. Mao wasn’t going to take his chances.
As before, Mao was a big cat one minute and a little one the next seemingly the moment Vaughn’s eyes weren’t on him. If he hadn’t just eaten it wouldn’t have been such a quick and easy change, but his demon batteries were charged up and good to go for now. He stood on his back legs, front paws on the window to scope out the building while he waited to be let out, his now single tail swishing excitedly. He couldn’t talk like this, but he was the perfect size to snoop and explore, which he intended to do as soon as he got into Vaughn’s apartment.