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EVIL EYE{ noun } – a gaze or stare superstitiously believed to cause material harm.
Despite popular opinion, he wasn't all that bad. Of course, while he swore adamantly – in his head, never out loud and never to anyone – that he was a good guy, he also sported a mean expression 24/7. The black tom had what was called resting evil eye. REE, for short. It was a horrible condition with symptoms he knew all too well: lack of friends; inability to make sustainable, genuine connections; difficulty establishing a reliable relationship with co-workers due to lack of trust.
Crosszeria believed he was a pretty decent guy, one that could be pretty fun to hang out with at parties, if you got over the overwhelming self-loathing, guilt over past events many didn't even know about or care to learn about, and struggle to string together a sentence that didn't at least allude once to death. Instead, he was kept at arms length, if even that close, and regarded with the type of respect given to those who are barely known, let alone considered honorable despite their position of power.
The black tom sighed and leaned his head against the nearest wall. Why did he have to be so unbearably awkward while also resisting any form of outside attempts to get closer to him. He supposed that was what happened when one was both desperate for companionship and absolutely leery of it.
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POSTEDJul 3, 2021 22:11:14 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
Charlotte was not much better, if they were being honest. She wasn't the most approachable cat, especially because she was perpetually squinting. That wasn't something she could really help, though. She'd keep her eyes open if they worked while they were open, but squinting was the only way the mostly blind cat could see anything at all. That wasn't helped much by the fact that she was completely detached from most of the cats here. They hadn't given her a reason not to be ambivalent. As it stood now, they were all viable test subjects, which meant that as a dutiful scientist, she needed to be completely devoid of attachment. There was one exception to this rule so far: she loved her uncle, Bermondsey, with a fierceness that was unrelenting. Perhaps, now, there were two: she wouldn't draw blood from her own daughter, so Reynardine was also safe. But the rest of the cats? The logician was completely emotionless towards them. Maybe that was part of the reason that she, too, had no friends.
She wasn't exactly looking to change that, though. She was perfectly capable of doing her work and keeping her head down. Yet, her detached nature didn't mean that she couldn't socialize, so when she about stumbled into the tom - he'd blended into a shadow - she let out an awkward chuckle. "Oh, hey," she meowed, "didn't see you there." This elicited another chuckle from the she-cat who apparently wasn't above laughing at her own jokes, whether or not the other cat understood them.
