She’ll barely even glance at the other, the angry tone of voice slipping straight over her head. She’s lost in thoughts, lost in her head. Blue eyes, lighter then her brothers, will blink slowly. Her mouth will open, once, twice, without saying a word. As though her next statement will be so important, so meaningful, that it must be thoroughly thought through. Finally, after a pause that seems long enough she will speak,
❝But imagine…—-__ if all cats had to wear hats.❞
Hats? Iblis tilted its head, gaze shifting to the side as if thinking of the statement. It was an odd thought – cats didn’t wear hats, not unless they were of the demonic variety who enjoyed making mischief with children. Iblis’ lips pursed in interest though, looking back at the woman with a raised eyebrow.
“Go on.”