*The creak of the wooden door opening startled him, and he whirled around quickly, magic starting to flare so he could put up a defensive- until he saw who was behind him.
*And he stared. Just as she stared at him.
*And his face slowly fell and grew annoyed as she started talking to him. With each and every pun. By the time she was done ragging on him he was more then done.
“of course the first fuckin’ monster i run into is a cat. and a fuckin’ cliched one too.”
*He holds up one gloved finger.
“ok one- ‘m san, but probably not the one ya know.”
*A second one goes up.
“two- fuck off my clothes are amazing. yers ain’t the best either miss ‘wears a dress in the snow like some dumbass’.”
*And finally a third joins the party.
“’nd three- no i was born like this….like every other monster in th’ underground…which is probably not yers.”