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Before he can even answer, the little guy is already nuzzling up to him. He sighs softly and closes his eyes for a moment. "Yes, that's what that means, Ira." He says in an almost irritated voice. Though, he tries to keep it minimal.

He doesn't speak as Ira begins crawling up his face and into his hair. A look of defeat and utter annoyance is upon Jeremiah's face. There's no settling this little guy down. Not when he's curious anyway. And, something tells Jeremiah that he's always curious. "Are you comfortable?" It's not meant as an actual question, but he gets the impression that the tiny Ira is going to take it as one anyway.

"Why did she have to go?. . . I believe she said something about wanting us to get to know each other a little better. . . " He sighs again, eyes closing. He can almost feel Ira's little eyes staring down at his nose. "Don't even think about it. . " He says, finding it amusing that he can seem to sense plans of further adventure moving quickly through the little Ira's mind.

Jeremiah sighs softly and cracks a small grin before answering, "You're right Ira, I can't see you up there. . . Something about my eyes not being able to pop out of socket in order to see you. . "

He can't help but chuckle as Ira starts pouting at him, "Ira, please. . I don't believe having you jump and pounce all over my face is a good way for us to get to know each other. . Besides, wouldn't you rather get back to your questioning?" Even Jeremiah seems shocked at the question, and he's the one that asked it. . . Maybe he's going insane, or maybe he would prefer the talking to having a little patch of fur scampering all over his face.

He sighs, though he keeps the agitation to himself. After all, he asked for it. . Heh, sometimes he wonders if he's becoming more ignorant as he ages. "I'm from another world. . . I'm assuming it's far away from this one." He's hoping that will satisfy the tiny kitten's curiosity, but he doesn't have -too- high of hopes for that.

As the questions continue, he almost groans, but he manages again to hold it in, instead replacing it with a rather uncomfortable look on his face. . Thankfully, Ira is too distracted with questions and exploring his hair to notice such things. He ignores the question of who made him, but answers the next. "I simply grew to be this size. . .And, no, not all two leggers are like me and the 'nice lady'. . . And, no they're not all huge. . " He's nearly chuckling again, trying to replace the irritation with humor.

Jeremiah seems to zone out for a moment whenever Ira begins the next barrage of questions. The mention of his world has started to stir a few feelings within him, though he's trying very hard to supress any concern that he may be feeling for everyone "back home".

"It's a bit like here, yes. . . Well, in certain places. I remember my mother having a flower garden when I was a child. . She loved gardening. . " He stops himself as he's about to say more, cutting off the memories of a time long past. Besides, it's best to focus on the here and now, not the past.

He chuckles a little, finally completely snapping out of his daze. "Constellations are groups of stars, and they usually form some kind of shape, such as a person or animal. They can be useful, at times."

He pauses for a moment, finding it surprising that Ira has actually stopped talking in order to listen. . He never thought it possible, but it's happening. He's unsure of what to say at first, but tries to think of something about it that might keep the little Ira's attention.

"Well, she had all sorts of flowers. But, being a child, and a fairly young one at that, I found it hard to pronounce some of the names. . Not sure why, but there was a form of daisy that was always her favorite." He chuckles for a moment, and closes his eyes, sighing slightly. "There really wasn't much that was uncommon about the garden, except she'd let me help her plant seeds and other such things. I was far too young to handle the watering, mostly because I'd likely accidentally drown the poor plants."

He sighs again and thinks for a moment. . "What else do you want to know?" He waits for his next question, obviously seeming a little uncomfortable right now.

He seems to have been caught off guard by the question, and is having a rather difficult time coming up with a decent answer. He stays silent for several moments, thinking on it and hoping that maybe he can find words to accurately describe what it's like. "It's not something that's easy to describe, really. . But, my mom was always there for me when I needed her. She raised me, cared for me, taught me many things. I was almost positive that nothing could. . . " He stops right there, not finishing what he was going to say.

After several more moments of silence he finally speaks again. "Perhaps we should try to find the 'nice lady' . . . I'm sure she's wondering how things are going here." With that he stands up, being careful not to toss little Ira around on his head too much as he moves to be on his feet.

He gives a faint smile as he feels the tiny head rubbing against him. He can barely feel it, but he knows that Ira is trying to comfort him in some way. He then chuckles lightly as he makes mention of stories and begins to walk, slowly.

"I'm sure she knows quite a few stories. Maybe she'll be willing to share a few when we make it back to the temple. . . " He pauses again for a moment, smiling a bit more before taking more steps in the direction they're walking. "And don't worry. . I'll be fine. Just a couple of things that I'm not comfortable speaking of just yet."