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"At least Morgana is having fun," Goro deadpanned.
He watched the tuxedo cat saunter past each cat like he owned the place. They'd never been, though. It was Akira's idea to take them to a kitty café. Akira had said, "Something something enriching for Morgana." Not verbatim. Goro was hardly listening.
"MROW!" a cat screeched out.
The men's heads snapped over in the direction of the cry and found a white-orange cat swatting angrily at another.
"Oh gosh," Akira muttered under his breath.
Goro did not mirror his reaction, instead chuckling as the terror was manhandled by a worker. It fought back, though, and laid a gnarly scratch on the worker's arm.
The cat merely moved on to terrorize another cat peacefully sleeping in a window seat. It hissed and provoked, almost as if looking for a fight.
Akira reached down to pet a returning Morgana and spoke, "I don't see how that cat would ever get adopted when it acts like that."
Goro peered Akira's direction. "You really think so?"
"Much too violent. Angry, even."
Something about that sentiment annoyed Goro. What was a cat like that to do without a real home? He scoffed and sipped his overpriced drink.
Oh well. None of it mattered. He wasn't a cat person.
But he watched that white cat find a new victim when the last didn't bite. He found a confident black cat, almost equally as combative, and they launched into a minor kerfuffle.
"Yeah! Get him! Get him!" Goro cheered on quietly.
Akira slapped his arm. "Stop that!"
Goro laughed. "What? It's entertaining!"
"You're terrible."
"Well, what can I say? You're the one that insisted-"
Something soft brushed against Goro's legs and he jumped a little. "H-huh?" His voice shot up an octave. He looked down to find the terror itself. "Oh... uh..." He held out his hand, but didn't dare pet it.
"Go on, Akechi. Pet it. It doesn't bite," Akira smirked, "or does it?"
Goro sneered at Akira, gritted his teeth, and reached down. He imagined the cat whipping around and biting his hand, but found himself sighing when his hand settled into that silky fur. He gave it a few cursory pets, but the damn thing wouldn't stay still!
It kept rubbing against his legs, and it was purring. Loud.
"Seems like this nightmare has taken a liking to you," Akira teased.
Goro chuckled nervously, a heat cropping up in his cheeks. "Haha, I don't know what you're talking about."
"Well, maybe he just-" Akira reached down to pet the cat and quickly withdrew his hand as it nipped him. "O-ouch! What the hell?"
Goro chuckled again and puffed his chest. "Yeah. Maybe he does like me, then." He leaned down and pet the cat some more, a fond expression washing over him.
"Maybe you should adopt him," Akira suggested quietly.
Goro's hand froze in its spot, and that smile faded. He retracted his hand coldly.
And, the famous last words,
"I'm... not a cat person."