Re: Planning for the future.
"I would never," she said, seriously. Kitty wasn't about racial fingerpointing and disrespecting other cultures. Ever. He was coming over. Frick. She turned, head pulled out of the box-of-yelp! and eyed James Proudstar. "Excuse you?" she cocked her head, but a tiny, tiny smirk twisted her plump lips to the side. Something to confess. Hmph.
Then he spouted some Catholic rhetoric and it became less sexy. "There is no devil," she pointed out, as per her own views. Men were responsible for their own actions. Blaming it on someone or something else was utter BS. "As for actual confessions..." her twisted mouth switched to the other side and resembled a more thoughtful, almost-regretful look. "I don't know how I feel about us. If there even is an us. I just... I know what I said, about you not just being a hookup. We've known each other for so long and I know you. I just don't know where my head is..." Then the Shadowcat looked at the elaborate carpet and idly swung the garland of pinecones she'd retrieved.