Sure. Sure, kid. Why not? [Why the fuck not? He's never met another Ren in his life, but who knows.] That can be your...full name. Renothy...Cat.
[Catherine, maybe. He has no clue.]
[He blows off the patina of dust that's gathered in the cracks of his carving, smooths the edges of its corners with his thumb, and presents it to her.]
[It's a little carved cat. Not very detailed, but nonetheless recognizable.]
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Sure. Sure, kid. Why not? [Why the fuck not? He's never met another Ren in his life, but who knows.] That can be your...full name. Renothy...Cat.
[Catherine, maybe. He has no clue.]
[He blows off the patina of dust that's gathered in the cracks of his carving, smooths the edges of its corners with his thumb, and presents it to her.]
[It's a little carved cat. Not very detailed, but nonetheless recognizable.]
There you go.