"She rules wherever she goes," Eddy said as Your Majesty rumbled like a little engine, graciously accepting the chin scritches with squinted eyes and bristling whiskers. Eddy couldnt help but smile. He loved the stupid cat to death. Luckily she was a sweetheart beneath all her haughty glares, friendly to strangers and cuddly when it suited her.<br/><br/>Eddy placed her on the floor, recieving an affronted mew in return, and escorted Luke further into the apartment. He tossed his yellow coat on the couch carelessly.<br/><br/>"Thanks," Eddy said as he looked at his wall of weaponry, half proud and half embarrassed by it. He knew how it looked, how he might be perceived for having that many sharp objects in one place, though Luke seemed more admiring than creeped out.<br/><br/>Still, Eddy was compelled to say, "I had a blacksmithing phase..."<br/><br/>He scraped at his beard with his thumb and shrugged.