Every since you were little, you’ve always had a strange affinity for cats. No matter where you are, you seem to draw them to you. It isn’t uncommon for strays or other peoples pets to approach you when you are out and about. You’ve even watched the big cats at the zoo’s react similarly, bounding over to the glass and rubbing against it insistently.
It shouldn’t surprise anyone that you have ended up with quite a few cats living with you, having been unable to send them on their way, when they were so in need of some love. That’s what brings you here, buying a mass of cat food at 3am on a Sunday.
As you turn from the now almost empty shelf, ready to go in search of the last few items, you run straight into a broad chest. Looking up, you stammer a flustered apology, heart pounding with fright. For a moment, you could have sworn their eyes flashed, pupils pulled into slits, but the second you blinked, they were back to normal, or as normal as wine red eyes could be.
So Vlad T. Impala (otherwise known as Vlad Tepes, but that is an old name of an older time) is a modern-day Cat Lady in his free time, and he has come to pick up a particular brand of cat food.
Due to a look that feels like minutes rather than seconds, you come to the idea that he’s here to pick up a brand of cat food that’s been emptied off the shelf…and into your basket/carriage.
His wine-red eyes roam over your shoulders and sleeves, while your eyes notice the few hairs on his, matching those of a few cats you’ve given hospitality.
When your eyes meet again, he speaks.
“So, you’re the one who’s been feeding Mr. Prickles.”
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