Night turned and scrambled after the other paw. Tracey rolled her eyes at the kitten before turning to look at Kellin as they talked. It was nice to finally have that assurance that the big cat was completely gentle.
"Being able to swear at work and not have anyone know might be quite handy." Tracey admitted with a small chuckle, shaking her head a little. She was always for having more people she knew of who were sane, good acquaintances. It did well for her mental state and, since she wasn't working the night shift at her new radio job, she was out of excuses for avoiding contact with people in general.
"Really, it's a rather pleasant sounding language. Though I imagine the swearing might not quite have the same flow as the names."