#eeheeeeeee

it is so good to be known

❛  ─  are they your cats ? ❜ A subdued approach with genuine curiosity, peering at the feline coiling through the man's legs and the one dangling from his arm. ❛  Hold still, I want to send a picture of this one to niisan... ❜

"No, they're not mine."

For some reason, it seems like he's kind of gotten into the habit of picking up strays — it makes sense, considering he's a bit of a stray himself, right? It's fine. He likes cats. He actually likes animals more than he likes most people, and animals... like him.

There is a cat weaving between his legs. It's a long, skinny thing. A bigger one with fluffy fur had tried to climb up his leg, so he picked it up off of the ground so it could knead into his shoulder, purring its tiny heart out.

He passes through here often, and he's started leaving food these past few weeks. There are a lot of cats here. They follow him around whenever he comes by.

One of these days he's probably gonna end up with one or five at his place.

"Your oniisan likes cats, huh?" He clicks his tongue. The cat in his grasp trills and turns its head to look at the boy. Shimazaki sighs and stays perfectly still. Not like he has anything else to do, and he has to play nice now. "Fine. I'll stay still. The cats might not."