Ardyn never considered himself much of a cat person, per se. He had nothing against the fuzzy little creatures, and he could appreciate their sense of independence, not to mention the entertainment they provided by way of the internet. Still, as he draws his scarf closer to his neck to fight against the chill of the air, it’s difficult for him to not notice the chubby cat sprawled across the desk of the person manning the animal shelter tent. He looks over at Pitou, who is doing a rather good job of grabbing the attention of passerby’s, given the deadly combination of the words “cuddle”, “homeless”, and “kitten”.

Even he has to stop and comment, adjusting the brim of his dark hat out of pure habit.

“The siren call of bleeding hearts everywhere." His tone is casual, flippant. But not necessarily dismissive.