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  just when she was getting so comfortable having that sack of furry flesh nearly primed for the taking on her lap. little thing was a powerful heater, even better than a kotatsu, squishier than the throw pillow in her apartment. might shed a bit more than it does, though, and gives her twice the trouble. tenfold for whats-his-face. might be how they got in this predicament.
  patience for her pain, it looks like. scalp singing at its universal sting, mitsukoâs slow to blink and quick to exhale, torso held taut in contortion towards him. from her vision down, she can see just how pristine the white of his sneakers are.   â  not planning on it.  â  sheâs been in worse cat fights. already a hand is trying to ascertain the damage, fingertips flicking at strands, thick and thin, that threaten breakage.   â  heh. maybe itâs his way of saying i ⊠need a haircut?  â   another meow goes heard but unseen, brusque at the end of the long note. unfortunately for her, she canât decipher the language.
"Don't listen to him. He's got pretty bad purrception."
Heh. Nice one. It's as good an attempt at light banter as he can manage, however, snagging the poor girl's hair this way and that as he is. Hachi regards his modest bumbling with the zipper, and Yagami tires under the weight of its cruelly blase gaze. Hurting a girl like that! You look like an idiot, it purrs out. He frowns, gentling his touch as best he can. "Yeah, well, try looking at the mirror sometime. Maybe you should think about laying off the tuna."
The insolence! Clang clanging, Hachi bolts off the AC to spitefully rush his feet. Yagami jerks, and out of reflex alone -- thank god -- huddles the girl closer into his chest. "Hey, be grown up about this!" And they cut right. Then left. And avoiding a catastrophe by mere inches, Hachi scampers away without toppling them to concrete. Still, looking back down to study her, concern pangs soft. "I'm hurting you." Ahhhh, hell. "Y'know... I hear pixies are in vogue?"














