@riotcursed
One would think that, after wasting years of their youth working at this particular Lawson, they might be able to accurately judge the speed at which the automatic doors open - yet Shinsha, squeezing themself through doors too slow to contain their excitement, spills out onto the sidewalk in a mad rush to get outside.
A moment passes wherein they regain their composure, though it’s not an easy feat. There are more cats milling about outside their store than they’d thought had even lived in the neighborhood, and in the center of them all, the unofficial guardian of their store. No doubt this is his doing.
“What the hell is this...?”
Their tone is hardly accusatory; in fact there’s none of the usual bite in their voice at all. A mix of confusion and wonderment have taken the place of vitriol for once, and they kneel down to pet a cat that’s deigned approach.
“Don’t tell me you’ve got, like, catnip or something on you. Oh my God.”