"I'm not a cat." He does know that's an Earth animal because of his dad's nickname for him, but only his dad can use it in a nickname. "I'm a Ventrexian."
A pause.
"And I'm not a kid. I'm fourteen," says the kid, in the familiar kiddish tones of 14-year-olds everywhere that think they're more adult than they are.
But he reluctantly nods and holds up his paws, visibly retracting his claws. When he's eventually put down, he retreats. Not entirely into the shadowy part of the cell, but halfway there, hunkered close to the wall.
He shrinks in on himself a little, one arm crossing over his chest to hold his other arm. Though he seems slightly calmer now, his body language is still tense. His ears flatten back against his head and his tail is flicking around sharply, occasionally thumping lightly against the wall.
Now that he's standing still it's obvious he's not in the best shape. He's not too injured but there are blood stains on his clothes where it looks like claws raked through the fabric, and there are a few bloody clawmarks on his bare left arm.
He looks between them both, considering. They've got a lot more going for them than his last cellmates.
Doctors help people, right? In his universe, it's usually at a price in his universe, but everyone's got to get by somehow, and he knows some of them genuinely want to help people.
The large red alien, on the other hand, saying he basically only kills scumbags isn't entirely unbelievable. After all, Little Cato's crew isn't the only one in existence that wouldn't tolerate certain things. Also the alien's voice is weirdly soothing. Like he's heard it somewhere before, in a positive light. He can't really remember where, though.
He turns to look at the human.
"They've only taken me out of my cell a few times but I haven't seen any humans here before that weren't guards or scientists. Just the people that call themselves 'myths' that seem to be from this version of Earth. Which sounds totally different from my version of Earth."
A pause.
"My dad's human."
He knows better than to trust them implicitly. A lot of Infinity Guards were human too, supposedly dedicated to doing good and protecting the universe, and they sold out everyone in the universe to the Lord Commander and the Titans.
But there's still a difference between one that's a guard and one that's on this side of the cell doors.
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A pause.
"And I'm not a kid. I'm fourteen," says the kid, in the familiar kiddish tones of 14-year-olds everywhere that think they're more adult than they are.
But he reluctantly nods and holds up his paws, visibly retracting his claws. When he's eventually put down, he retreats. Not entirely into the shadowy part of the cell, but halfway there, hunkered close to the wall.
He shrinks in on himself a little, one arm crossing over his chest to hold his other arm. Though he seems slightly calmer now, his body language is still tense. His ears flatten back against his head and his tail is flicking around sharply, occasionally thumping lightly against the wall.
Now that he's standing still it's obvious he's not in the best shape. He's not too injured but there are blood stains on his clothes where it looks like claws raked through the fabric, and there are a few bloody clawmarks on his bare left arm.
He looks between them both, considering. They've got a lot more going for them than his last cellmates.
Doctors help people, right? In his universe, it's usually at a price in his universe, but everyone's got to get by somehow, and he knows some of them genuinely want to help people.
The large red alien, on the other hand, saying he basically only kills scumbags isn't entirely unbelievable. After all, Little Cato's crew isn't the only one in existence that wouldn't tolerate certain things. Also the alien's voice is weirdly soothing. Like he's heard it somewhere before, in a positive light. He can't really remember where, though.
He turns to look at the human.
"They've only taken me out of my cell a few times but I haven't seen any humans here before that weren't guards or scientists. Just the people that call themselves 'myths' that seem to be from this version of Earth. Which sounds totally different from my version of Earth."
A pause.
"My dad's human."
He knows better than to trust them implicitly. A lot of Infinity Guards were human too, supposedly dedicated to doing good and protecting the universe, and they sold out everyone in the universe to the Lord Commander and the Titans.
But there's still a difference between one that's a guard and one that's on this side of the cell doors.
"I'm Little Cato."