#tiresias is one of those cats who like falls hopelessly in love but never says a word

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Would you be willing to tell us more headcanons about your boy Tiresias? He's such a cool OC, and I love hearing about him. <3

Of course!

-Tiresias has never actually attended an entire Ball in the entire time he's lived around the area - not through any lack of desire on his own part (though he isn't the biggest fan of crowds), but because if the temperature should drop overnight, he's basically rendered incapacitated (maybe that's a little dramatic, but he gets *cold* and he refuses to sacrifice his dignity and bring one of those silly little knits with him. The cats already think he's weird enough). So usually he'll duck out a good while before the Jellicle Choice is made (though he does have an acquaintance in one of the neighbouring cats who makes a point of telling him who it was the next morning across the fire escape).

-He has very little in terms of where he came from or who his family was (or even his mother's name), since he was taken from her quite small to be sold off, and then moved along with his pet when he changed jobs. But while he doesn't quite ever feel any deep connection to where he is, where they are now is about the closest thing he would consider as being home (though he has memories of where he and Nicholas lived before*). He divides his time about 60/40 between the Junkyard and his pet's flat.

-He's largely on the ace spectrum, but he is very much a romantic, and has had a few secret crushes here and there, but they've never gone anywhere. In spite of his general flippancy and put upon confidence, he does have some unresolved and buried issues with his self-esteem. Anytime he thinks of things going any further emotionally, he gets spooked and manages to talk himself out of it.

-He's very fond of birds - for watching, not for eating, believe it or not. He'll give a few of them a warning lunge now and again, but he's far more interested in identifying what kind of bird they are and adding them to his ornithology journal (he's got a bingo going - though he'd really like to see some *really* big birds...or a flamingo, that'd be great). There were a few times another cat had presented him with a bird (kitten and grown alike), and he examined it closely and declared what it is and its worth to him (whether he'd seen one or not), maybe even praise their contribution to scientific curiosity, but never ate one of them. He's not a vegetarian or quite on the level of preservation that Jenny is, but something about eating birds makes him queasy.

-He has a lot of little scarves that he ties around his ears for "decoration" (See: As he puts it, "To put an end to an endless forehead"), but the blue one is his favourite - it's made out of one of Nicholas' old shirts.

-His music taste is incredibly eclectic - if you were to ask what genre he likes, he would likely say "Yes" and not much else. He doesn't listen exclusively to any one thing, or dabble too long in any genre - if he likes how it sounds, he likes it.

*Since the first hairless Sphynx cats as a breed officially draw back to Toronto/Minnesota in the 60s/70s, that's where he comes from. We can either fudge the timeline of canon and real life events slightly, or just say he was a rather interesting mutation and not bred with the purpose of being a hairless cat.