LOVE GROWS COLDER IN NOVEMBER [o, learning]

malphas couldn't understand why or how some of these people could read or write. he certainly wasn't an idiot. narrowing his eyes in confusion, the dark-furred feline slid over, his focus trained on the dog and the other cat. there was still stained and dried blood on his face from another meal. he knew the dog didn't like him because he was a cannibal but he had made no attempt to clean himself up. looking at the cat, he tilted his head in thought. he didn't know vigenere's opinion on him, but he assumed they were on good terms since there was nothing to say otherwise.

then he felt bad for not knowing how to read or write and then came the self-loathing. it chilled him to the core and he gritted his teeth. malphas was an idiot, he was sure of it.

"how do you do that." it was a statement, not a question, and he delivered it with no inflection. did he really want to learn? he was just jealous.