No Context Theater~! No really.

[sweartoit]

[Storms out of his bar and gives a shout towards the hung up phone from the last talk with his mun and her friends, looking furious, blushing heavily red.]

I!

AM NOT!

A BED!!!!!

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[sweartoit]

[Gives a grumble as he folded his arms looking to the side. Fine, I'll just ignore you then, see how you like that! HMPH!]

[twisted_whisker]

[Oh yeah? Well let's see how you feel about ignoring her if she.....KNEADS ON YOUR LAP! MUAHAHAHAHA]

[sweartoit]

[How dare you good madam. He just lifts his brow at you in annoyance. Gives a sort of inquisitive hum, as he puts his hand on top of her head and began to pet it.]

[twisted_whisker]

[Mission. Freaking. Accomplished. She instantly rubs up against his hand and burrows into his chest, burring.]

[sweartoit]

[Gives a defeated sigh as he scritches behind her ear, still blushing in embarrassment.]

Fineeee, you win, but only cause you're cute.

[twisted_whisker]

I knoooooow

[She stretches and does the human-cat-girl equivalent of the white cat flexing its paws.]