Did you know fish had whiskers? I didn’t know that. Maybe you did, but I didn’t. Why do fish have whiskers? It must be a cat-thing; sense surroundings, probably. Sebastian couldn’t possibly have whiskers, right? Right?

You crawled into the shopkeeper’s abode from the vent, and his blue hues landed on you. “Welcome back, friend.” A cheeky grin faded in on his face, eyes narrowing on you. His attitude, the complete same as always, till not even a second later and you’d be at his tail, pulling on his shirt so he could reach down.

“What… are you doing..?” The convict displayed his sharp yellows as his expression twisted into confusion. Yet, he flumped to the dirty concrete ground anyway.

Sebastian felt his head tilt to the side by your grip, and his eyebrow raised in response. The ebony-haired just sat there, tail wrapped around himself as you inspected his face. Whiskers, he had. Long, stiff hairs on each side of his face.