an imperfect memory // repotting in the greenhouse

ROMULUS MALUS - KINGPIN - COTC

The only Cipher that remained, to his knowledge, was Inferno. He had never known the family to be rational beings and the growing feline only seemed to follow that pattern, but he dearly hoped for her betterment. Even so, the kingpin never imagined to see the relics of a Cipher ever again after their sudden disappearance, but caught a glance of glittering gold from the greenhouse's opening, only to be smothered by dark dirt. Romulus paused in his steps. His head craned in curiosity, slightly concerned on how his mother acquired the crown, but decided to move along from that fact. While she was not above him in rank, she was still his mother. Momma's boy did not want a scolding.

Paws shuffled forward. The lion trailed next to his mother, attempting to offer her a soft rub of his head on her shoulder in greeting. Whether or not she accepted, he stop and look over towards Brutei. "I am very biased towards the golden sheen," he said with a paw gesturing towards his mixture of gold piercings and accessories. "I can't help but notice who this crown belonged to though." A claw attempted to slightly tap at one of the crown's points, only to recoil in distaste. Using the exiled feline's headgear as a planter was surely interesting.