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Decked out in his eternal duds, Castor was smiling, years of practice playing corporate CEO's older more PR friendly brother had some side perks in what he was expected to prefect.

"It will beautiful." He gave her his typical wink. "I've got a history." Granted an old history but still. Arriving at the shelter, he'd had the foresight to contact the woman who back in the day, had been an intern, now a full veterinary assistant.

"Hey, there, we're here to help with the fuzz balls." The woman behind the counter paused, smiled, got up and very pointedly looked at Castor. "Three years since you dropped off a stray and now you show up, asking to volunteer-" The woman glanced at Methone before shaking her head.

"You do remember where things are right? I hope so- And you'll be on litterbox duty as for your friend-" She gave Methone a warm smile while Castor tried to not look horrified at the prospect of dealing with kitty litter,
"She can help the kittens socialize!"

Castor figured this was cosmic justice.

The woman was pleased, cooing at a few of the balls of fluff before handing Method a box of small kitten toys. Mice, feathers, string, lazer pointer. A jolly 'have fun now' and without batting an eye, Methone had been left in a room full of kittens of all things.

Down the hall, there was the muffled noise of protesting. and soon enough-
"I didn't come here to clean cat turds!"
"Well that is where you belong. Dragging that poor girl here-"
"Poor girl- She's a grown woman and I didn't drag her, she wanted to help!"
"Likely story. I know your type. All cute until you reel her in and get what you want-"
"Oh I got that. Seriously im here to help-"
"Oh? Really now? So I should just LET you play with the kittens?"
"Yes."

A few minutes and more protests later and Castor walked into the room stopping as he felt their eyes suddenly zoom in on him.
In his arms, was a large bowl of kitten chow.

"I get to refill their bowls." He said dumbly, as the scent drew a few of the larger kittens to his feet, meowing in hungry protest while attempting to trip him.

"You could, technically." He scooted his feet on the floor in an awkward shuffle slide, attempting to avoid any underfoot fur pancakes. Finally able to set the food down, the tiny horde of mews scampered over each other hungry, one going so far as to plant their little kitten selves directly into the bowl.

"I mean, Sure there are adoption fees and life long commitments but hey, never to early to start being a crazy cat lady." He joked, slowly shuffling to sit next to her, kittens not hungry finding his bow wings very appealing in their feathery fun. "Ash could adopt them. Become mo- actually I'm not sure how well Ash would take to mothering kittens."

He reached down to pick up one kitten, setting it on his shoulder where it immediately began to bat at his hair and try to eat it. "Sometimes I forget that it's not just humans that get sucked into this. Youma..." he sighed, petting his hair nibbler.
"Sometimes I want a cat, but it'd be hard. I can hardly take care of myself."

He leaned over picking up a kitten to set on her shoulder. Surely, she'd enjoy their ear purrs as he did, (though maybe not the hair eating). "Ash is nice." He said. "But she's a mauvian. A regular cat would be more..normal. Less stress. Mauvians they're bossy and turn out to be reincarnations of other mauvians and while sure they might save you butt, they can be right bossy.... But that may have just been her way." He hadn't thought about Astraea, Luna, in a long time.

He hadn't thought about the times when he'd heard the voice of a dead queen for a long time. It seemed so far away now.

"But wait, Princes?" He gasped, pretending to be offended, causing a tiny kitten who was trying to climb into his lap to merl angrily at him for his moving. "Beautiful, you wound me. Here I thought I was sweeping you off your feet. Turns out you're playing mutli princes?" He grinned. "Sounds like I need to up my game."

Standing, he held the kitten on his shoulder so they wouldn't fall, careful of the one that had attempted to curl in his legs.

"My first order of business will be to find these kittens homes." He did look down at her. "And I can take moderate care of myself. I know how to cook with the microwave."

Somewhere his sibling shuddered in disgust at the words cook and microwave being put in the same sentence.