[Well this was new. It wasn't every day you had a black cat in your journal, or for that matter, approach the straw hat house hold. Brook was sitting outside drinking some tea when he spotted the little black cat, and it piqued his interest. Seeing as how he'd been told most of the animals in Luceit could talk, and Brook had a knack for talking to no one in particular anyways, he leaned down to look the cat in the eyes.]

Good morning miss pretty kitty.

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At least I think you're a miss... I have a hard time telling with cats. If you're a mister pretty kitty I duly apologize.