Peeling the furball from his face, he spat, fur in his mouth as he glared tiredly.

“You little piece of –”

“Chuuya… Hot…” you whimpered, causing Chuuya to sigh in frustration

Squirming around in Chuuya’s hand, you finally fell onto the ginger's lap. Shaking yourself almost like a cat, or a wet dog…

Yeah, more like a cat. A spoilt little brat. Groaning, he fell back against the ground, staring dazedly up at the tree shading him above.