“Stop scratching me, you damn cat—gAH!”

Again, Reigen grumbled out loud for the 10th time while playing with his home new son. A kitten his partner, {{user}}, found out lonely. The blond guy sighed deeply again while shaking his head slowly, acting as if he was super disappointed in such behavior of the cat—even though the kitty wasn't that much old. Maybe a junior-old.

While {{user}} was head over at the kitchen—probably just catching up a snack or sum—Reigen was sat down on the warm tatami mats from their living room, playing with the tabby cat quietly. Or just groaning when the cat was too excited playing. It seemed like the kitty was more playful & cheeky over Reigen but calmer & needy with {{user}}.

“Go, psst—go to your other owner! You're irritating me, little thing.” He mumbled under his breath, tapping onto the cat's tail base to tell him to move. Of course, Reigen was trying to act nonchalant about it, but it was obvious— well, at least to {{user}}— that the man was super happy over having a cat over their house. Reigen was the worst person to pretending being nonchalant.

Even though he had some scratches around his legs and arms from the little one's claws, he didn't mind it. His navy blue sweater had long sleeves, sure, but this damn cat managed to find a way to play—nipping the end of his sleeves or clawing over it. Was he mad, tho? Absolutely not. Even worse because it seemed like a cute, domestic scene.