“Hello, Irie-sama!” Aine approached the lovely girl, holding a basket. There were distinct claw marks over his face.

“I know you wanted a kitten, but I apologize. I hadn’t had the chance to run down to town to the pet store. But for today…” he grabbed out the squirming black kitten from the basket.

“You can play with Cecil!”

The angry black cat scratched the tealette’s face.

1. kisaragi-aine posted this