Kurapika clearly doesn't think much of it, his hand absentmindedly moving to pet Akira's head before he pets him along his back, adjusting the book in his hand so he can keep reading. ]
This feels nice. Incredible. Amazing. What does Morgana have to complain about when he gets to be treated like this on the daily? Akira's purring before he realizes it, scooting to center himself on Kurapika's chest before rolling onto his back. Pet! Pet the belly!!]
[ What a reaction... all it does is manage to make Kurapika laugh, jostling Kittykira a little bit in the process. But sure, he'll oblige and pat his tummy, albeit roughly. ]
[Why so rough all of a sudden?! Akira kicks and squirms and ultimately slides right off Kurapika's stomach and onto the floor, bonking Musashi in the process.]
[Apology accepted only because that beautiful smile is oh so charming. Akira hops back up on the bed, thinks for a moment, and opts to curl up next to Kurapika's head on the pillow.]
[No, not quite. He's just taking a break from the intentional overstimulation, sir. Akira lifts his head, kitty whiskers ghosting along Kurapika's cheek, and licks his face. Not for any particular reason, mind. He's just always wanted to do that.]
[What, vigorously rubbing his belly is fine but a little mlem mlem is too far? What a hypocrite. Akira leans forward and pokes Kurapika's cheek with the cold, wet tip of his nose for his audacity.]
[Kittykira is innocent! Innocent of all crimes! He goes limp in Kurapika's hold, tail swishing sweetly from side to side... What kind of monster could get mad at him for behaving like any cat would?]
[This? This is acceptable. Being hauled over a shoulder like a sack of potatoes isn't normally a comfortable or welcome experience, but in his small and kitty-esque form, Akira doesn't mind it at all. This must be why Morgana slings himself over his shoulder so often, treating himself to the warmth of his shoulder and the higher vantage point it provides.]
Mrrrow?
[Akira squeezes out from under Kurapika's palm to stand on his shoulder and take a gander at his desk. If he's grabbing a new book, he wants to know what he's reading next.]
[ Having the entire weight of a cat standing on his shoulders hurts a little bit, but it's fine. It's hard to be mad at the pain when it's concentrated through cute little kitty paws.
There are a good number of books on Kurapika's desk, sitting upright and organized by author. His fingers graze along the spines. ]
Most of these are history books, but I have a few pieces of fiction. [ He stops on one book, lingering on the spine. ] This one is a typical hero's journey.
[Akira peruses the options, reading each spine, but it's the hero's journey that stands out to him most. Hopping down onto the desk, Akira taps that one repeatedly with his paw. They both like this sort of thing, don't they? Maybe they could read it together.]
[ That makes him smile, and he plucks that book from its row. ]
These were my favorite stories as a kid. When I was young, my friend and I taught ourselves the common language just so we could read a book about a hero's adventures in the world.
[Akira chirps in approval. The best stories are the ones that hold a place close to your heart, aren't they? Akira rubs his little kitty head against Kurapika's cheek. Do it. Read him some of your childhood favorite.]
[ And he will, reading it aloud to Nyakira until he eventually starts to nod off. Turns out reading is pretty tiring if you haven't slept much in the last few days.
[It's the same for Akira. Tucked into the comfortable niche between Kurapika's shoulder and neck, he drifts off into pleasant kitty slumber. Goodnight, Kurapika. Thanks for humoring his antics.]
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Kurapika clearly doesn't think much of it, his hand absentmindedly moving to pet Akira's head before he pets him along his back, adjusting the book in his hand so he can keep reading. ]
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oooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH,
This feels nice. Incredible. Amazing. What does Morgana have to complain about when he gets to be treated like this on the daily? Akira's purring before he realizes it, scooting to center himself on Kurapika's chest before rolling onto his back. Pet! Pet the belly!!]
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[Why so rough all of a sudden?! Akira kicks and squirms and ultimately slides right off Kurapika's stomach and onto the floor, bonking Musashi in the process.]
...Meow...
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There's a smile on his face. ]
Sorry.
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[Apology accepted only because that beautiful smile is oh so charming. Akira hops back up on the bed, thinks for a moment, and opts to curl up next to Kurapika's head on the pillow.]
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Over it already?
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[No, not quite. He's just taking a break from the intentional overstimulation, sir. Akira lifts his head, kitty whiskers ghosting along Kurapika's cheek, and licks his face. Not for any particular reason, mind. He's just always wanted to do that.]
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Stop. That feels weird.
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I meant it. One more time and you're getting kicked out.
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[That's fine! Maybe he wants to get kicked out? Akira isn't going to cave to idle threats.
Akira gets up, gingerly stretches, taps down to the end of the bed and bites Kurapika's foot.]
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And then, he moves to scoop him up.
This is your punishment—air jail. ]
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[Kittykira is innocent! Innocent of all crimes! He goes limp in Kurapika's hold, tail swishing sweetly from side to side... What kind of monster could get mad at him for behaving like any cat would?]
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You brought this on yourself.
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[Akira's tail moves as a cow's does, swatting at invisible flies. He is not! Happy!! Kurapika made his point, so can he put him down please?]
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You're funny.
[ He sets Kittykira on his shoulder like a sack of flour as he goes to his desk to grab a different book. ]
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Mrrrow?
[Akira squeezes out from under Kurapika's palm to stand on his shoulder and take a gander at his desk. If he's grabbing a new book, he wants to know what he's reading next.]
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There are a good number of books on Kurapika's desk, sitting upright and organized by author. His fingers graze along the spines. ]
Most of these are history books, but I have a few pieces of fiction. [ He stops on one book, lingering on the spine. ] This one is a typical hero's journey.
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These were my favorite stories as a kid. When I was young, my friend and I taught ourselves the common language just so we could read a book about a hero's adventures in the world.
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[ And he will, reading it aloud to Nyakira until he eventually starts to nod off. Turns out reading is pretty tiring if you haven't slept much in the last few days.
Oops. ]
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