[Luke sets down the litter supplies to push his hand into his hair, both to nurse the spot where the kitten dragged his claws along and to indulge in his awkward, nervous habit. The smile falls away, though his expression isn't unpleasant.]
Cheagles are annoying. Cats leave you alone a lot... I thought you might like it. [From all that he's heard about cats, it seemed like the perfect pet for Asch, anyway.]
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Cheagles are annoying. Cats leave you alone a lot... I thought you might like it. [From all that he's heard about cats, it seemed like the perfect pet for Asch, anyway.]