But anyway - it seems that despite Mori's double-talk, he's relaxed here. The cat has started kneading his legs, claws picking at the dark fabric of his slacks (really, really? The things that he puts up with for Fukuzawa, honestly), the animal is purring, and Mori, with his head laid against the backrest, is able to watch Fukuzawa with an affectionate kind of nuance in his usually creepy stare - he's doing his own sort of purring. ]
Maybe I'm growing fond of the feline army.
[ He doesn't even like cats.
The first one to complain when they yowl in the early morning for their breakfast, Mori is no cat lover. Though he has been known to be somewhat affectionate towards the creatures in his own way, he doesn't claim to like them (he actually does like the one tortoiseshell one, but maybe only Fukuzawa has realised that).
But, he's being cagey, he seems to want to talk around in circles for a while.
There's a funny look from Mori that is levelled at the Agency's boss after a moment, however - he knows the other man's tones, knows his body language, knows his body well enough - by now, surely. And fine, they're not bickering tonight, it looks like the cards need to be lain on the table.
There's a long breath from Mori and he leans forward, disrupting the cat that had settled on his knees. ]
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[ No, he isn't.
But anyway - it seems that despite Mori's double-talk, he's relaxed here. The cat has started kneading his legs, claws picking at the dark fabric of his slacks (really, really? The things that he puts up with for Fukuzawa, honestly), the animal is purring, and Mori, with his head laid against the backrest, is able to watch Fukuzawa with an affectionate kind of nuance in his usually creepy stare - he's doing his own sort of purring. ]
Maybe I'm growing fond of the feline army.
[ He doesn't even like cats.
The first one to complain when they yowl in the early morning for their breakfast, Mori is no cat lover. Though he has been known to be somewhat affectionate towards the creatures in his own way, he doesn't claim to like them (he actually does like the one tortoiseshell one, but maybe only Fukuzawa has realised that).
But, he's being cagey, he seems to want to talk around in circles for a while.
There's a funny look from Mori that is levelled at the Agency's boss after a moment, however - he knows the other man's tones, knows his body language, knows his body well enough - by now, surely. And fine, they're not bickering tonight, it looks like the cards need to be lain on the table.
There's a long breath from Mori and he leans forward, disrupting the cat that had settled on his knees. ]
--Maybe I just like sleeping in your bed.