26 Mission Impossible (2/2)

But my paw slipped.

Yes, you heard right, my paw slipped.

I tried again, this time, with my claws out.

Although I managed to make the knob budge, it wasn't even remotely close to being opened.

...

I was in a predicament...

I didn't have fingers to wrap around the knob and open it so I was stuck with my mouth.

Eww...

If I use my mouth I'm going to taste a very dirty door knob with who knows how many decades of germs.

QAQ

The things I do for survival...

I took a deep breath and slowly released it before I bravely faced the silver door knob, opened my mouth, and bit down on it. I then turned the knob until I heard a click and the wooden door started to slide inward.

The tavern quietened down a bit once the patrons realized who--or should I say what--opened the door.

”Is that a cat?”

”I think I had a bit too much to drink.”

”I think I did too.”

The patrons stared at me in disbelief as I let go of the door, surprisingly landing on my feet.

Cat reflexes, I guess.

”First a mouse, then a cat.” A loud, arrogant voice complained. ”That man needs to keep track of his animals. This is a tavern, not a zoo.”

I furrowed my brows as I glared at the red head across from me. His silver eyes met mine as he looked down at me with contempt.

Two questions popped up as we fought with our eyes.

A. Are people in the world of Forgoe so dumb that they can't tell whether a beast is wild or civil, or are they just being racist?

And B. How does this man know what a zoo is?! I never mentioned that in my book! Not once!

Under the din of the tavern, I managed to hear an soft, old voice respond.

”Aaron, no matter how you look, that cat is a Beast Man.”

Thank God, someone here has a brain.

I couldn't hear how Aaron responded, considering I was across the room from their table, but I was at least comforted by the fact that someone was willing to correct his misconception.

Like, come on, you see a cat doing something weird like opening a door and your first thought is not that they are a Beast Man but a normal cat?!

They're even dumber than me!!!

*Cough*

I just realized I wrote them to be that stupid so the protagonist could shine...

...I'm just gonna shut up now...

Not really, but at least I'll stop questioning their intelligence.

I ran my eyes across the room, ignoring the red head as I did so.

There were five blondes with freckles in this tavern...

This...

This is mission impossible...