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[h1][color=09849f]Kwassi Asokho[/color][/h1]
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[color=09849f]Location:[/color] Animal Shelter
[color=09849f]Skills: Photographic Memory : 16[/color] 
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Kwassi had chosen not to answer the question about pets in front of T'Challa. Truth was, growing up he had a black cat as a pet. He would study its movements, the way it contorted its body to slink from room to room, and try to mimic its cat like reflexes. Not only did it serve to keep him limber, but he liked to imagine that he was the Black Panther as he was doing it. Skulking through the foliage of Wakanda, hunting down his prey of evildoers and poachers, and striking when the time was right. His thoughts were pulled back to the present as he heard the sounds of children speaking over one another as they attacked the clerk with questions.

Kwassi gave the woman an apologetic smile before turning the corner and following into the room where all the cats were being held. Already the others had taken to petting and scritching the cats. Kwassi himself unsure of how exactly they were meant to discern one cat from a flecked without Goose's aid. He stood back against a wall for a moment, eyeing all the cats from afar with a soft smile. He turned to talk to Oli only to notice he hadn't entered the room yet. So Kwassi pushed himself off the wall and made his way towards one of the cages when he saw Goose giving two cats a tentacley wave. He walked on over, squatting down in front of one of the cages with a big smile. [Color=09849f]"Well hello there Fluffy. What do you say we get you and Nuffin out of here and get you some treats?"[/color] Kwassi wasn't sure how different Flerkens were to cats, but he figured it was better to be safe. Staying near eye level and holding out a hand slowly for Fluffy to sniff and adjust to him.