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Yours always beats the conveyor belt. The police department might've been stingy but no one could match Sae-san. [He smiles, hands wandering to rest on Akira's shoulders. He is just about to kiss him when there is a loud and determined "Meow" coming from between them. Oh uh, guess someone's been without attention too long.]
What are you going to name her? I believe I read that cats with this pattern are known to be omen of good luck. So, maybe something like Fortuna or Felicity?
What are you going to name her? I believe I read that cats with this pattern are known to be omen of good luck. So, maybe something like Fortuna or Felicity?
Because soy sauce isn't a name. But fine. Shoyu is acceptable, if that is the theme you want to go with.
[At least it sounds like a cat name?? Thank god Morgana had his name ready for him.]
[At least it sounds like a cat name?? Thank god Morgana had his name ready for him.]
That sounds like a foreign brand. Just Shoyu is fine.
[He sighs, giving up on the subject. Goro casts his eyes down to look at the cat-- no, Shoyu in Akira's arms who's started to purr again.] We should feed her before eating ourselves. I believe that the fish you got ought to do, if you haven't salted it too strongly.
[He sighs, giving up on the subject. Goro casts his eyes down to look at the cat-- no, Shoyu in Akira's arms who's started to purr again.] We should feed her before eating ourselves. I believe that the fish you got ought to do, if you haven't salted it too strongly.
[Bumping their foreheads together Goro keeps looking at Shoyu, who seems to be perfectly content with being nuzzled between their warmth. She stretches her front paws a for a bit before curling up against Akira's chest.]
Mmm.. She is a cute cat.
Mmm.. She is a cute cat.
[Akira's smile only grows, and he nods.]
She's adorable. Did you plan to give her to me, or was this just sort of a happy accident? [He knows Goro is too calculated of a person for something like "bringing home a cat" to accidentally result in them keeping her, but he wants to hear Goro say it.]
She's adorable. Did you plan to give her to me, or was this just sort of a happy accident? [He knows Goro is too calculated of a person for something like "bringing home a cat" to accidentally result in them keeping her, but he wants to hear Goro say it.]
[A small, almost embarrassed pout forms into Goro's lips.]
You should thank Narukami-san. He knew how to befriend the cat. [Because while Goro liked animals just fine he didn't really know how to handle them. Honestly, seeing Yu interacting the cat first time was what had given him the idea.]
Yes and no. I had thought about bringing it up with you but... then an opportunity presented itself. I know how much you like cats.
You should thank Narukami-san. He knew how to befriend the cat. [Because while Goro liked animals just fine he didn't really know how to handle them. Honestly, seeing Yu interacting the cat first time was what had given him the idea.]
Yes and no. I had thought about bringing it up with you but... then an opportunity presented itself. I know how much you like cats.
[Groan.]
Just feed the cat so we can eat too.
Just feed the cat so we can eat too.
[He makes a tsk sound with his teeth, but draws away, carting Shoyu toward the kitchen. Possibly surprisingly, he sets her down just outside of the space and points, softly telling her to "wait," as he goes into the kitchen. Confused, she starts to follow and he makes a sound a bit like a gameshow buzzer, pointing at her again.]
[Only when she sits down outside the kitchen does he go back to his task. The routine stays as such-- if Shoyu starts to come into the kitchen, Akira buzzes at her until she sits back down or leaves, and eventually he brings her a little dish of small bits of fish, and some boiled carrots mashed up with a fork. Baby's never had anything quite so lavish before so she's not sure what to do with it at first, so Akira crouches down by the dish and taps the edge of it until she figures out she can eat it and goes to town.]
[He carefully strokes two fingers down her back as she eats.] She learns pretty quick.
[Only when she sits down outside the kitchen does he go back to his task. The routine stays as such-- if Shoyu starts to come into the kitchen, Akira buzzes at her until she sits back down or leaves, and eventually he brings her a little dish of small bits of fish, and some boiled carrots mashed up with a fork. Baby's never had anything quite so lavish before so she's not sure what to do with it at first, so Akira crouches down by the dish and taps the edge of it until she figures out she can eat it and goes to town.]
[He carefully strokes two fingers down her back as she eats.] She learns pretty quick.
[Goro watches the act played between Akira and Shoyu, as it takes a few times before the latter seems to catch up on that she is meant to stay still rather than follow Akira into the kitchen. After the cat gets the hang of it, Goro, too, turns to his own tasks. He walks up to their dinner table and pulls the curtains open, ensuring that they have a nice view to the night sky. The aurora flickering in the sky, shining faint light to the snow covered rooftops.
Really. It is nearly picture perfect romantic scene.
The he goes to put on the music with his little record player that he got for birthday. It's slow jazz, what else.
Anyway, with that done he walks back to dinner table, grabs the bottle and begins to open it. He looks over his shoulder at Akira, who has made it back with the dish and is now crouched down at the floor with Shoyu.]
No surprise. Cats are quite smart animals, after all. I wonder if this world's feline population differs from our own. [He keeps spinning the bottle cork until it gives in and comes out with a soft 'pop'.] Get glasses for us.
Really. It is nearly picture perfect romantic scene.
The he goes to put on the music with his little record player that he got for birthday. It's slow jazz, what else.
Anyway, with that done he walks back to dinner table, grabs the bottle and begins to open it. He looks over his shoulder at Akira, who has made it back with the dish and is now crouched down at the floor with Shoyu.]
No surprise. Cats are quite smart animals, after all. I wonder if this world's feline population differs from our own. [He keeps spinning the bottle cork until it gives in and comes out with a soft 'pop'.] Get glasses for us.
[Akira sways to the jazz Goro puts on, humming when he remembers a tune, and plates up a lovely selection of sushi and sashimi alike, garnishes here and there. It's well done, if not expertly, and he moves it to the table with two wine glasses hooked between his fingers beneath. He holds out the platter, raised so Goro can claim the glasses, and has the grossest fond softness to his face as he does.]
You really don't mind if I call her Shoyu?
You really don't mind if I call her Shoyu?
[He's trying his best, okay!! His other thought was double-breasted, but people with boobs almost always have two, so he went with free lipping.]
Mmmn..., He's not big on games, not here at least, but if we can find something I'd rather not go anywhere. [He closes his eyes and keeps right on leaning-- he looks tired, but not too worse for wear.]
Mmmn..., He's not big on games, not here at least, but if we can find something I'd rather not go anywhere. [He closes his eyes and keeps right on leaning-- he looks tired, but not too worse for wear.]
[Smiling approvingly at the sushi, Goro takes the offered glasses and places them on a table across from each other.]
Why would I mind? She is yours. And I suppose Shoyu can be considered as a more typical cat name. Though, it makes me think what you'd have named Morgana if given the chance? [The last bit is said with a chuckle. Goro leans forward to pour wine on their glasses, pulls a chair and sits down, gesturing Akira to join him.]
You've gotten better at this.
Why would I mind? She is yours. And I suppose Shoyu can be considered as a more typical cat name. Though, it makes me think what you'd have named Morgana if given the chance? [The last bit is said with a chuckle. Goro leans forward to pour wine on their glasses, pulls a chair and sits down, gesturing Akira to join him.]
You've gotten better at this.
Ours, since you brought her home and bathed her. [He ponders the idea of what he'd have named Morgana, and shakes his head.] I'unno, really. He's the first not-cat I've had live with me.
[And join him he does, pausing at the praise and smiling, ears going faintly pink.] Y'think?
[And join him he does, pausing at the praise and smiling, ears going faintly pink.] Y'think?
She was dirty. I wouldn't have allowed her in without a bath. [Duh. But he doesn't argue any further on the subject. Worry not Akira, he'll eventually accept his status as a cat dad.]
Yes. If I didn't know any better I'd think you had ordered these from somewhere, I'm impressed. [He picks up the glass and raises it forward, in motion of a toast.] Merry Christmas, Akira.
Yes. If I didn't know any better I'd think you had ordered these from somewhere, I'm impressed. [He picks up the glass and raises it forward, in motion of a toast.] Merry Christmas, Akira.
[Akira grins knowingly, but nods.] Of course not.
[The pink spreads inward onto his cheeks, and his smile warms.] ...thanks. I know you don't afford praise for nothing. [He raises his glass in turn, clinking it gently against Goro's.] Merry Christmas, Goro.
[The pink spreads inward onto his cheeks, and his smile warms.] ...thanks. I know you don't afford praise for nothing. [He raises his glass in turn, clinking it gently against Goro's.] Merry Christmas, Goro.
I will always give credit when credit's due. [With a content smile, he clinks the glasses together with Akira's, and takes a sip from the wine. The taste is smooth and fruity, not too heavy nor sweet. Just perfect for the fish.
Putting his glass down, Goro goes for the sushi, beginning to stack pieces on his own plate. Oh! And speaking of Shoyu? Seems like she's finished with her own meal and is now meowing quietly while circling around the table, hoping for seconds.]
Putting his glass down, Goro goes for the sushi, beginning to stack pieces on his own plate. Oh! And speaking of Shoyu? Seems like she's finished with her own meal and is now meowing quietly while circling around the table, hoping for seconds.]
[He hums in agreement and also takes a sip of his wine, smiling at it.] How'd you get wine, anyway? I guess I don't really know the legal drinking age, here. [Not that it's ever stopped him, but--]
[He glances down at Shoyu as she circles their feet, and chuckles.] No ma'am, there's wasabi and soy sauce involved in this, and I will not house a cannibal.
[He glances down at Shoyu as she circles their feet, and chuckles.] No ma'am, there's wasabi and soy sauce involved in this, and I will not house a cannibal.
You work at a bar, Akira. If anyone you should be aware of the alcohol law here. [Even if the said bar is owned by Dazai Osamu, the king of alcoholics himself.]
But it turns out, the locals are rather lax and have European-liked minds when it comes to handing alcohol to those who aren't--, [It is Crime Town. But whatever he was about to say is interrupted by another soft meow from the floor. Pleased that she got the attention from Akira, Shoyu is now circling around his chair, clearly anticipating a jump on his lap.]
Could she still be hungry?
But it turns out, the locals are rather lax and have European-liked minds when it comes to handing alcohol to those who aren't--, [It is Crime Town. But whatever he was about to say is interrupted by another soft meow from the floor. Pleased that she got the attention from Akira, Shoyu is now circling around his chair, clearly anticipating a jump on his lap.]
Could she still be hungry?
Lupin is a lawless land of Osamu Dazai's design, I'm not allowed to turn away a paying customer.
[He hums, nodding.] That tr-- ma'am. Interrupting people is rude. [He sighs again, and sits back in his chair enough to leave space for her on his thighs.] All right, come on. [He pats the leg of his pants, unable to keep from smiling.]
[He hums, nodding.] That tr-- ma'am. Interrupting people is rude. [He sighs again, and sits back in his chair enough to leave space for her on his thighs.] All right, come on. [He pats the leg of his pants, unable to keep from smiling.]
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