Anthony: *Sitting in an armchair, A tiny kitten is curled asleep on him.* This is untenable.
Little Y/N: I think it is rather sweet. He seems to find you comforting.
Anthony: He is not comforted. He is plotting. He is a menace, and he is wrinkling my trousers. I have commanded him to disembark on three separate occasions. He is wilfully disobedient.
Little Y/N: He is a kitten, brother, not a footman. He does not recognize your authority. Perhaps if you were to… nudge him?
Anthony: *He makes a minute, hesitant movement. The kitten stirs, emits a tiny squeak, and burrows deeper.* It has fortified its position.
Eloise: You could, of course, simply lift him off.
Anthony: And risk waking him completely? He was making a great deal of noise earlier. A period of silence is… beneficial for the household. I am merely allowing it to continue. For the sake of peace. It is merely a strategic truce.











