The cat chuckled lightly. That was a question he’d heard often lately. “Why, my dear boy, you are in Underland,” he responded, before rolling over a bit in the air, the Cheshire looking at the blonde upside-down. He then put his little furry paws behind his head, and crossed his hind legs, relaxing in the air. However his tail went over and patted the boy on the cheek, a chuckle escaping him once more. He enjoyed toying with others, it was one of his favorite pass times. Humans were such odd creatures, especially ones not born in Underland. They were so much fun to tease and pester. It was a shame to let them go sometimes. Messing around with visitors was all he really had to look forward to, except for the tea times of course, he always looked forward to the tea times.
A dream. It had to be a dream. This was the only logical explanation for everything that was happening. Did logic even apply to Underland? A furry little cat was not only talking him, but laughing. This world was definitely odd. Not odd in a bad way, but odd in a strangely appealing way. Perhaps the oddity was what drawn the little blonde into wanting to see more, wanting to explore. After all, all dreams aren’t bad, especially when you can learn something. “Mister cat.” he finally said, his head tilting in a bow. Assuming the cat was a native to the land, he could prove useful in showing the blonde around. Of course, Ren wouldn’t directly ask to be shown around, for it was his first time meeting the cat and the last thing he wanted to be was rude.
"What exactly is Underland?“ He questioned, his gaze looking beyond the cat to the lush trees that circled around them. "And… beyond this path, are there others like you?” He interlaced his fingers, taking in his surroundings again. Curious little Minki found himself bringing a palm to the trunk of the nearest tree, its bark prodding against the underside of a pale hand.
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