[ John's just as new to this place as G'raha, and while he's an alpha, he's been trying to feel his way out with this new place, these new rules, even enjoy the scenery of the conservatory for it's own sake. That he'd ended up following G'raha is more a matter of his unfamiliarity with having a body, with being led by impulses that are purely 'instinctual'... and a certain amount of curiosity about his tail and ears. After all, he knows about cats and he's certainly met humans, but he's never met... a cat human.
The whirl and the defensive hands have him backing up as well, not wanting to startle him, and he'll hold up his own similarly. ]
John. [ It's his name, and pretty much the only solid identifier he has. Is he a Great Old One? Is he a god? He doesn't fucking know. But he does know that he's John. It's helpful that way. ] Just... figuring out how the fuck this all works right now. I didn't mean to startle you.
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The whirl and the defensive hands have him backing up as well, not wanting to startle him, and he'll hold up his own similarly. ]
John. [ It's his name, and pretty much the only solid identifier he has. Is he a Great Old One? Is he a god? He doesn't fucking know. But he does know that he's John. It's helpful that way. ] Just... figuring out how the fuck this all works right now. I didn't mean to startle you.
[ Even if you smell so good. Fuck. ]