[ oh. oh wow. she looks incredibly familiar--- actually, there's no mistaking who she is. even he, the one that lives mostly in a black bag carried around by a frizzy-haired boy, knows who Hifumi is. thankfully with his ability to be a cat, the most innocent and lovable of animals, he can slip into the room and not be immediately recognized as a threat (unlike those slimes whose smiles really bother him for some reason).
carefully, he bumps his forehead into her side, peering up with a faux-feline curiosity.
no way he's going to out himself so quickly. besides, Mona's not even sure if she'd recognize him as 'belonging' to Akira in the first place. ]
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carefully, he bumps his forehead into her side, peering up with a faux-feline curiosity.
no way he's going to out himself so quickly. besides, Mona's not even sure if she'd recognize him as 'belonging' to Akira in the first place. ]