[ if he knew that even she thought he was a weird anomaly, his heart would break a little... even if he's already getting a creeping feeling that they really aren't the same. As usual, Morgana forces himself to believe that he's on the right track.

Luckily, it's a weekday, so the streets aren't too crowded, and nobody seems to pay two cats walking along the sidewalk any heed. ]

Of course not! This isn't my real form. I can cast spells as well as anyone else in the other world. Actually, maybe better than some of them.