#rocketchaired

When Luchino sits down in the library, there are a few things he expects. Quiet, being left alone, etcetera. 

What he doesn’t expect is glancing up from his book to find himself face-to-face with a pair of staring yellow eyes. The eyes are what he notices first, anyways. Large, ominously unblinking, and...belonging to a cat, it turns out. 

It must have hopped up onto the table without him noticing. That has to be the answer, right?

Questions aside, it’s Ann’s cat. That much he knows. Whether it has a name or not, he has no idea. But the most important fact is that the nun herself is never far away when the cat is nearby.

...Is that the rustle of cloth behind him, or just his imagination? If Ann is trying to sneak up on him (for whatever reasons she might have), he’s not about to give her the satisfaction of him frantically looking around. 

“worrying won’t do you any good.” / from ann!!

          “ ... no, no it won’t. but that does not make it any easier to silence the worries. ”      antonio huffs gently, irritation making their skin crawl, dead nerves flaring with discomfort given they had spent so much time around others today-- for the first time in a while since their arrival, they hoped to be the one with a match this evening. give them an excuse to stop thinking, stop worrying, just stop.      a steadying breath drawn in, exhaled, & a grimace takes its place upon their lips. what an annoying creature. a literally annoying kreacher. if it had not been for the constant insisting that they do not ‘ start anything ’ by attacking the man, there would be one less inhabitant within the manor, an empty, bloodied seat left where he had once sat. I’LL RIP HIM APART. KILL HIM, DISGUSTING PIECE OF SHIT---