THE GHOST IN THE SHELL \\
He's not sure who the intended target of the hey! is, but fearful it is him, that he is somehow overstepping by coming here at this hour, he freezes and does not move from his spot. He contemplates just slipping back out again, or calling out a questioning sorry? when there's the thunder of kitty paws down the stairs. The majestic cat approaches him and he can't possibly leave now, can he?
She winds around his ankles and chirps for attention, and Aamu, more than willingly, squats down to let her sniff his fingers. And if allowed, he would reach out to stroke her soft, thick fur, rub her cheek and her ears with his fingertips. Aamu's always happy to indulge cats.
She's followed by her Ascended, and Aamu glances up from his position of cat worship on the floor. "I'm sorry, I hope I am not too late?" he asks, thinking it is more than clear that he has no intention whatsoever of shooing the cat away. Honestly, maybe a third (or more) of the reason he's here is to finally, finally touch that godly fluff for himself.
She winds around his ankles and chirps for attention, and Aamu, more than willingly, squats down to let her sniff his fingers. And if allowed, he would reach out to stroke her soft, thick fur, rub her cheek and her ears with his fingertips. Aamu's always happy to indulge cats.
She's followed by her Ascended, and Aamu glances up from his position of cat worship on the floor. "I'm sorry, I hope I am not too late?" he asks, thinking it is more than clear that he has no intention whatsoever of shooing the cat away. Honestly, maybe a third (or more) of the reason he's here is to finally, finally touch that godly fluff for himself.
