Just a Nip

[Humphries]

"There are some," Humphries admitted. He flicked his tail, tilting his head to look upward. "But there are privacy issues," he said it in such a British way that the words almost sounded different, but that could also have come from his slightly muffled speechbox. "Hence why they employ a feline to patrol and keep an eye on students."

Humphries settled back down, purring slightly. He could feel that most of the mint was gone, or at least enough to save him from further vomiting. He could also feel the human using him as something of a towel. "I'm not a cleaning cloth," The cat said, before rising back up to his feet, likely unceremoniously dumping Sammy on the ground. He looked over at the human, flicking his tail.

"Remember: we do not speak of this."