[ For a good moment Akira does nothing but watch his closest companion pace between the portraits, silently rattled by his own disbelief. (...He's missed Morgana terribly. Even after four months spent here, he wakes up more often than not expecting a cat nestled by his side.)
He doesn't waste any more time gawking, the best of his thieving skills put to use as he approaches noiselessly and drops into a crouch behind his confidant. ]
...Says who?
[ His voice is soft, perhaps a little teasing, but entirely affectionate. ]
i. he should be saving his cat but
He doesn't waste any more time gawking, the best of his thieving skills put to use as he approaches noiselessly and drops into a crouch behind his confidant. ]
...Says who?
[ His voice is soft, perhaps a little teasing, but entirely affectionate. ]