( it's not like he's entirely knowledgeable on the subject--he's just gotten here, after all, and the sensory feedback from the six eyes is strange, here, as though dampened down from interference; it means he has to rely on other senses instead, including common sense. if the cat escaped back into the alley, surely there are more of them: real ones, and ones trying to hide amongst the real ones, or so he figures.

for now, though, he slings his hands into his pockets, a soft, low whistle as they move further into the dark of the alley. even with this person next to him, someone he figures he immediately can't really trust, he isn't too worried. )

They're fine. Cute enough when you pet them. I have more experiences with dogs, though~

( there's a bright smile--he gestures out with one palm, open, as they reach the dead end of the alley. there's a sea of cats here, of course, scrounging around in the trash cans and empty boxes scattered around the ground. )

You seem pretty fond of them. I'll let you do the honors.