Shady

“I wouldn’t know.” He shrugged. “Know how old I am?” Most people could usually peg him around his mid-twenties. He looked a little older but acted a little younger and ...

“Shiiit.” He nodded. “Nice. That’s awesome.”

"How old are you?" he asked.

Aeron smiled a little. "Thanks."

Aeron blinked and muttered, "Gods, I really need to get better at guessing ages..."

"Nice." He glanced around. "How long have you been living out here?"

"Best not do that, then," Aeron said with a chuckle. "...Until we're going for the Cù-sìth. Then probably should."

"Heh... I guess that's how cats are sometimes... most of the times."

Aeron looked over at him. "He's cute."

Aeron smiled a little and nodded. "Of course."

Aeron smirked, pleased with himself. "Right, right... are they all named?"

"Evidently so, if you've got thirty-seven-hundred."

"'Only'," he snorted. "...But... well... that's cool, I guess. Cats are cool."

"Seven--?" Aeron's eyebrows shot up. "Holy hell."

Aeron glanced over at her. Did the snort mean he wasn't even close? "...Seven?"