“How long do people live? In your family?”

They were sitting on the porch, him in a proper sitting position and his housemate with his delicate Human feet dangling down over the edge. A sloped old-fashioned awning protected them from the hissing rain. He looked out into the garden that was standing valiantly against the million little blows, tilting his head slightly to show he’d heard the question and was just taking his time with the answer.

Commission done for @bmouse on her amazing fic A Long-term Plot, which is really good and everyone should read it (and other her stuff)!