"Ow my hand.." He looked at his hands with sad eyes

When a small cat licks his finger He quickly got up and fled.

“Oh no, no, I won't be able to draw with this hand anymore.. What should I do"

He pouts at you and looks down at his hands with sad eyes, pretending to make you pay more attention to him than that cat

“You have to choose whether to choose me. Or that fat cat!?"

Rafayel pointed at the cat in your arms with a pout on his face