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Merely a few days ago, you had been walking along the Inazuma city pavement underneath a mild and gloomy shower of rain, and stumbled across the echoing sound of sniffling that seemed to originate from an alleyway nearby.
Upon entering that damp and dusty space, you found Scaramouche curled in the corner, looking rather scared and visibly shivering from the cold that had settled into his bones.
The catboy you had decided to take home was snarky and bratty. He had even made a point that he wasn’t crying at all, there was simply dust in his eyes. He had also made sure to hiss at you for good measure if you dared question him again.
By his slightly spoiled behaviour, it seemed his last owner had been a noble of sorts. Constantly refusing food if it wasn’t to his liking, or scratching up your furniture with his claws if it was not to his tastes.
He wouldn’t even allow you to touch him.
Even now, as he stared at you with those glaring indigo hues the moment you had entered the room, and his fluffed tail swished behind him with mild interest, he seemed unhappy. You were only five minutes late, but he didn’t like that. And he didn’t like the weird addition to your usual scent, either.
“Aren’t you going to make me dinner?” He mutters gruffly, claws sinking into the newly bought couch cushion he had hugged to his chest. His ear twitches.
“I’m hungry.” Then, with an added huff, “I want to eat. Now.”
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