That impulsive spark was gone almost as soon as it ignited, and Fellcone was left blocking the near-stranger's path. He stared at this cat blankly, as if confused as to what he had done. He didn't.. A huff, and he broke his gaze to look anywhere else, the wall, the floor, whatever--
This cat seemed scared dungless, and he was not going to hold him by force. He wasn't sure why he had felt so compelled to stop him anyway, it's not like he liked him. Or knew him. Or.. anything. He was just some freak that seemed familiar, and Fellcone needed to stop thinking about him. It was getting his brain wires all crossed and frazzled.
"Get out." It's a dismissal as he stepped aside, simmering.
"Get out now."
On the bright side, perhaps this cat would stop pestering him. (but he didnt really want that, did he)
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