#As you can see there is a time skip. basically Rigel and Antares are in the Pizza Plex hallways after Rigel cooled off.

[ask-the-amph-greater-universe]

*bursts into the room tugging a wheeled cat carrier in behind me*

Rigel! I have a kitty for you. Antares, still working on your bud. Got a few options but nothing concrete yet. *opens the cat carrier while wearing thick-ish gloves to pick up a mostly black cat with a white chin and some spot of darker black spots on his face and sides. He has a few scars on his back and thighs. Also has green eyes and a little nub of a tail (manx)* This is Hades. He grew up on a farm before it got foreclosed on. He herded and protected chickens which included fighting a fox or two which is where the scars are from. Uh he does bite sometimes if he's mad (thus my protective gloves for my human hands). idk if there is anything prey like around here, but if there is, you will probably receive dead presents once he likes you.

Rigel: Yes! Oh he looks so rowdy. A little fighter! Little farm man. He's got no tail? He's a little stump. Little black and gray stub. He knows how to be rough tough it sounds like. Fighting foxes. He won't bite me. Not that it's going to hurt. Lunar made sure of that. Oh goodness I hope he will let me take him with me.

Antares: It can't be that hard to find an exquisite cat. Are you just looking the lowlands?

Rigel: Well maybe if you weren't so specific about your perfect little stary cat, You would have gotten one earlier.

Antares: It doesn't literally have to be stars! Just gorgeous, and reflective of the night.

Rigel: Still more specific than goth.

Antares: You!

Black Star: Oh hey you got a cat too. Wow they were really serious about that.

Rigel: Yah. And he's jelly that I got mine before him.

Antares: Gerrrr

Black Star: I'm sure you'll get yours sooner or later Antares. Pretty sure Cygnus is hiding away with his. Kind of vanished, But as long as he's happy that's fine. I'm sure you'll probably do the same Rigel. Got to take care of your fuzzy. What are you going to name them?

Rigel: Agghh... Rock?

Antares: Rock?

Rigel: Well he looks like a rock.

Antares: .....

Black Star: Just let him have it. Little Rock.

Rigel: Rough rock!

Black Star: Rough rock.