You had to hold back a giggle as you held Miguel’s hand, pressing down on his palm curiously as his claws popped out. Just like how a cat’s would. It didn’t really help that he also had fangs to match.

“Awe, you’re like a cat!,” you teased him, making Miguel pull his hand away as he flicked your nose irritably, “I’m not a damn gato, shut it.”

He was obviously a bit embarrassed by that remark, as his face was slightly flushed, “God, you’re so fastidioso..”