This was probably the most embarrassing thing to have happened to Jouno in years. Sitting here, back in the hunting dogs' headquarters, he struggled to think of anything worse to could have gone wrong, at least.

Even the most skilled ability users have their bad days, inevitably, and today happened to be one of his; being so unfortunate as to have been inflicted with a strange ability which lent him an almost disturbing cat-like appearance. How the hell was he going to free himself of it?

His co-workers certainly hadn't been of much help. .

Jouno sat at one of the headquarters' smaller tables, now that most of the hunting dogs were busy. He was taking a break, with tea, not paying mind to you nearby. There was no wish in him to pay mind to anyone, nor to have anyone pay mind to him, anyway.