Re: [The Mean-Eyed Cat: Muerte and Cat]
Cat chuckled. "I can see how Death might be a bit of a buzzkill, even in this town. And you don't want to get arrested. It would all be very biblical, wouldn't it? Death getting arrested for claiming to be, well, Death. Anyway, I didn't make the connection. I spoke a little German once, but I don't recall any of it, and you didn't decide to call yourself смерть." She glanced at the pinball machine, and her smile was fond and warm. "Are you implying Eddie needs an excuse to come visit me?" Was it agreement? Not precisely. But it wasn't disagreement either, and Cat reached for her washcloth and began to rinse and wipe down her shotglass, which she then set aside. She took a moment to fill the glass of one of the night's stragglers, and then she returned with a lush smile on her lips.
"Getting used to new things can be a challenge," Cat said, and it was understatement. After all, she'd been dealing with that for months, and she hadn't changed genders entirely. "My advice? If you're inclined to take it? Is to try not to let other people's feelings about you affect how you feel about you." She lifted an elegant shoulder clad in plaid. "Easier said than done. I know."
He would've had a hard time talking Cat out of her modbox. It was a thing now, and her mossy eyes went softer after those hits that resulted in billow-sweet smoke. "Are you traumatized?" she asked plainly. "Were you locked in a box and tortured?" asked the girl who had been locked in a box and tortured, but it was an important thing to ask. See, Death? Could be all in one piece, or he could be putting on a very good show, and it mattered which one was true. It didn't just matter for her, but it mattered for Eddie, and Cat was very much hoping that Death was going to be a steady presence in his life. She got the feeling that Eddie needed that right now.