[ Well, I guess William's not getting his cat chow after all. He mutters something about having to make Grell go out later to get some, instead, before he regards the kitty still atop his shoulder. For a brief moment, William wonders if this talking cat is that talking cat. The one who had formed a contract with Grell.
But that cat was obviously a demon hiding under an innocent disguise. This cat was not demonic, William could sense that much. Even so, he had to ask... ]
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But that cat was obviously a demon hiding under an innocent disguise. This cat was not demonic, William could sense that much. Even so, he had to ask... ]
And what is your name?