I would love a sandwich,' said Tybalt, with enough gravity to make it sound like a formal proclamation. Resolved: that we will have ham and cheese sandwiches.
How did you find me anyway. " "For all that I must keep reminding you that I am not a bloodhound, it's true that on occasion, having a sensitive nose is a useful thing. I followed the smell of you. " Tybalt sighed, looking exaggeratedly put-upon. "If you must be ferried back to your people, I suppose I can oblige. But only because you asked me so very nicely, and promised me a kiss.
You are covered in blood," Tybalt said again, stressing the words harder this time. "It makes me tense. " There was a thud as the guard hit the floor, and Tybalt returned to my side. "Wow. You must be tense a lot. " He sighed. "You have no idea.
Benvolio- "By my head, here come the Capulets. " Mercutio- "By my heel, I care not.
I’m a cat. We aren’t required to make sense.
Tybalt’s what we call ‘Cait Sidhe’— the fairy cats. Which explains the attitude. And the eyes. ” “Meow,” said Tybalt, deadpan.
