♘ * For a moment the cat looked something akin to horrified. Blasted man took words entirely the wrong way than what they were expected to be — whether intentional or not wasn’t at all something to consider as the white-washed cat was quick to bristle and wander right on over. “I don’t want any of your damned tea you oaf!" The Heartian hissed so daringly, gloved hands gripping to the front of fine clothing to give the man a good shake, " — and do not call me that!! G — get it through your thick skull!! Where in the hell had I ever — augh you’re so infuriating!" And he released him, stepping back. But he hadn’t shoved the other~?
{ ❝ } Once his mood was elated like such, there was nothing that could knock him down. It shown with his smile, face-splitting and wide, showing off every single one of this shark like teeth. It hardly faltered when the front of his clothes were gathered up, causing the man to let wide eyes glance down to gloved hands before flicking back. Rather this then the rapier. "You are no fun at all, pussy cat~" he cooed, head tilting to the side with a small crack, reaching out to pat at the bristling felines cheeks, lowering his lids to peek up at the other's ears and then to the look of what seemed like anger on the man's features. The madman 'tsk'ed, tacking on a, "This just won't do!" before reaching out and began to rub at the other's ears. "Now do calm down. This is a happy moment for everyone! Cherish it, kitty." With a hum his hand began to roam downwards, as if he was petting a regular old cat. He expected to get hit, which would at least shown the Cheshire was alright, because Hatta honestly had no idea what to do in this situation. It was... a tad brand new.
