He's an odd looking man in general, but even the most stone hearted bastard can save a soft spot for a baby animal. Mantis is one such person, and he's thoroughly charmed by what he sees. His hand wanders over to the attentive calico and he strokes the kitten creature gently with the back of his fingers. Soft. So soft.
The rock that is his heart crumbles a bit just thinking of what these little babies could grow into. He nods quietly and turns his gaze briefly to the young woman. "I'm sure he'll forgive you if you explain that the sofa was used as a nest. No one worth calling a friend can get upset over a mother needing a safe place for her brood."
He tries, ever so slowly, to pick up the calico and hold it in his hands. "They'll still need to be fed the right kind of milk until they're old enough to handle meat." He might not put down this calico if it's good about being held.
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Date: 2020-07-03 03:18 am (UTC)The rock that is his heart crumbles a bit just thinking of what these little babies could grow into. He nods quietly and turns his gaze briefly to the young woman. "I'm sure he'll forgive you if you explain that the sofa was used as a nest. No one worth calling a friend can get upset over a mother needing a safe place for her brood."
He tries, ever so slowly, to pick up the calico and hold it in his hands. "They'll still need to be fed the right kind of milk until they're old enough to handle meat." He might not put down this calico if it's good about being held.