Length was a better way to measure Nesea than height, but still Meguri curled her tail between her legs intimidated as Nesea rose up to extend her coils. The Cheshire cat in his cage however, crawled closer to the gate of his prison, trying to get a better sight of the Lamia while the light revealed his deep purple and blue fur along with a prominent teardrop shaped mark on his forehead. Putting its paw on the metal grate of its gate, he peered at the snake now face to face with him, grinning broadly. Mort wasn’t a fully grown cat just yet, at that stage between cat and kitten where the cruelty of the former and the playfulness of the latter combines. He was probably around six years old, Nesea might guess, Cheshires lived up to fifty and older; longer if you count their nine lives reincarnation.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkOrchid">“Trying to win my affection with food? I approve.”</span>He purred out the last word, grinning as Nesea pulled back.<span style="color: DarkOrchid">“And let them go unaware of the treat they missed out on? Never! What’s a cat to do if he can’t rub anything in anyone’s face?”</span>Mort had a deep, boisterous laugh for such a small creature, contrasting sharply with the rather sour smile Meguri had right now. The Kitsune wasn’t quite sure what to make of the rather insistent Lamia. Still, she was polite and shy enough to keep her manners despite the apprehension she felt about a giant snakewoman helping her out. Rubbing her slightly flustered cheek with had gained some colour during the ‘cute’ comment, Meguri spoke slowly.<i>“Is the shelter that bad then? And I’m not that cute…”</i>She muttered, not too confident in her looks.<br/><br/>Meguri bit lightly on the corner of her bottom lip, a short fang visible.<i> “I doubt those two will listen to the PA, they’re probably fooling around thinking it’s all a game. Aaaand I don’t want the shelter’s owner first impression of me to be a girl asking after her cats. I’m embarrassed enough right now…”</i>She sighed, smiling wryly.<i> “They’re probably somewhere with a lot of people.”</i>She said while looking around, not spotting the two wayward brothers in the now calmer dining hall. Most people were probably off to either whatever evening job they had or the sleeping halls to hang out and talk with their friends and family.<br/><br/>Not counting the shelter works, there were a little over three dozen residents in the shelter, all of whom slept at a single sleeping hall, the others just acting as storage for now.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>