Where Every Scroll is a New Adventure
Tooru snaps his notebook shut with a tense face. “Again?” he snipes. “I already agreed about the front-“
“Not that,” Satori languidly interrupts the man before he can fly into another one of his rages. “But I mean, how we tried to get a look at it.”
Tooru narrows his eyes. “You also already expressed your displeasure over my idea of getting a higher vantage point,” he hisses. “Loudly.”
Well.
It did get them thrown into the damn river so Satori would really like to emphasize that it wasn’t just pettiness that had urged him to that particular folly. But that’s not the point right now.
“You gotta stop this, princess,” he sighs as he feels the weight of her small body spreading over his feet.
The tabby looks up at him with a slow, content blink as she oozes herself all over his shoes.
“I’m gonna pick you up and bring you home if you’re not careful, and you don’t even know what kind of man I am,” he lectures her, “that’s no way to find yourself a human.” But even as he chides her, he bends, scratching her behind her dainty, bright ears.
She pushes into his touch, eyes closing into a content cat-smile and Satori can’t help but echo the sentiment.