PHOEBE
there's a bulletproof bond
Phoebe blinked at the young man as he stared back, continuing to ask about the ridiculously fluffy cat lounging on her shoulders. Was he on drugs? Sure, Branbast may have caught his attention - Branbast had a way of doing that with most folks - but this young man looked positively out of it. That he looked a bit like the walking dead and he hadn't managed more than a grunt until the seer cat broke through his stupor seemed equally strong indicators that he was high on something. Or he was terribly sleep deprived - but with the monsoons keeping people in with little to do but sleep she highly doubted it.
"Uh...Frey gave him to me. To keep me company." she said to his question, instinctively lifting a hand to rest against the cat's non-Newtonian fluid like form, a bit nervous that the young man might try to snatch him.
"Uh...Frey gave him to me. To keep me company." she said to his question, instinctively lifting a hand to rest against the cat's non-Newtonian fluid like form, a bit nervous that the young man might try to snatch him.
between me and you
