Napoleon Pierre, had a horrible date, every time he tells a girl he likes that he's the son of a Voodoo Witch Doctor, they ghost him, today was no exception. Now Pierre walks home alone his tail low and his ears flat on his head, normally a sergal would look proud, even in a depressed state, but now he looked like a sad cat. Napoleon sighs as he reached his door and entered his home, his ears perk up as he noticed his mother. Blake, he doesn't want her see him like this, but his tail is low "H-Hello mother, um, I mean Bonjour mère..." Blake has always him greet her in French, even though she herself barely spoke any. Napoleon smiled nervously as he hung up his coat and top hat, which he borrowed from his mother. Napoleon sat down next to her and despite him turning twenty-two a month ago, he laid his head in Blake's lap and tried not to cry from that date