What a feeling. What a completely unique and interesting feeling! It felt like electric butterflies in his body, enough of a buzz and flutter to distract from the ever present gaping wound in his chest. As Zangetsu enters the tent, he looks at the menagerie, a few with "SOLD" signs dangling from their cages and containers.

Including what might be the most beautiful long haired cat, just old enough to not be called a kitten anymore, that Zangetsu could ever conceive of. Fluffy and wonderful with a dilute snowshoe coat and sapphire blue eyes. But it isn't just a young cat -- it's a young cat with large, feathered wings. The syrax chirp-purrs more and kneads the ground.

"You..." Zangetsu points to the syrax, then looks at Gongenzaka, "You bought me a cat? A cat with wings?! You.. you remembered what I said?!"