[Touching tails is kinda intimate, Bracken! Katze needs to think about this--]
Eh, sure. [Or not. What the fuck, Katze? Why you letting him pet your tail?!] Be careful. The edges are a little sharp.
[He gently pokes the end of his tail at Bracken's finger. The tail itself must feel a tad cold much like steel. It's smooth and shines a little within the dull gleam of the carnival. Katze's tail seems to be made out of this odd mix of metals and minerals native to his peculiar race.]
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Eh, sure. [Or not. What the fuck, Katze? Why you letting him pet your tail?!] Be careful. The edges are a little sharp.
[He gently pokes the end of his tail at Bracken's finger. The tail itself must feel a tad cold much like steel. It's smooth and shines a little within the dull gleam of the carnival. Katze's tail seems to be made out of this odd mix of metals and minerals native to his peculiar race.]