Creased Leaves

The faun covered his mouth with a hand as he laughed at the little kitten running around. "My boyfriend is very nice." He missed him a little. Maybe he should pay him a surprise visit for the holidays. When the cat started freaking out, Amphy got worried and started to stand to help him, but he calmed down quickly enough on his own.

"Do you have a home to return to? I'm sure they're worried about you."

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Amphy listened patiently to the ghost cat's story. He'd assume that the cat didn't have anyplace to stay right at this moment, so he could presumably stay as long as he liked. Looking outside, it was dark, and he seemed to fear the animals that prowled outside, so he leaned back.

"You can stay here for a while then, little one." he wrapped the spare cookies up. He would give them to Yikmo next time he saw the little albino lad. "Wouldn't want you to go outside and get hurt."

A pause.

"Can ghosts get hurt?"

At all the requests, Amphy's head started to spin. But he was alright, ultimately. Stormy, the little bundle of energy she was made him get used to being around overly excitable animals. Then again though, Stormy didn't talk. Yikmo didn't talk either. Neither of his adopted children spoke at all. Maybe he would get used to fast speech once she learned to speak.

Thank god he at least didn't have to worry about that with Yikmo.

Amphy put away the cookies and sat down closer to the fire. Near the fire the slight chill from the outside was chased away.

Near the fire was a place that Amphy wasn't that attracted to--at least, not recently. Before his whole hut had a nice heating system, he liked to curl up next to it before putting it out and going to bed. He didn't really like to keep the fire burning at night. Even if it was surrounded by packed mud and brick, both of which would smother it before it could spread, the faun still worried.

But there was something nice about just sitting next to a fire, he thought as he reached over and gave the kitten next to him a long, languid pat.

Amphy was a slow petter, but his pets were satisfying, long nimble fingers massaging his neck and under his chin.

Amphy smiled at the strange face the kitten-person made. He tried to keep in mind how such an expression would look on a normal kitten face, but he couldn't help but notice the strangeness of an upper lip twitching like that.

But his fingers continued to massage the kitten, basking in the warmth of his fire, almost wanting to curl up in front of it himself.