"You're insanely funny. You should have a comedy show." His tone was completely devoid of genuine amusement as he sighed and watched the ball of yarn that you'd tossed in his general direction roll past his feet. You'd heard he was related in some way to the кот баюн kot bayun and with no one to claim something otherwise, most people just attempted to ignore the unnatural aspects of him and you watched as his tail sway through the slit on the back of the chair as it brushed the ground of the mess hall. He rubbed his mouth absentmindedly as he watched the ball roll past and unravel slightly before he stood up abruptly and grabbed it, spun on his heels and tossed it at your head with a weak chuck. "Go play fetch with D.D or something. I'm busy." Though not even thirty minutes later, you found him curled up in a random, mostly secluded, spot on the flight deck of Mother Base, basking in the warmth of the afternoon as he sat leaning against one of the doors to the Medbay. He seemed to be sleeping peacefully aside from the occasional quieted laugh from any number of Diamond Dogs soldiers who found it amusing that the senior officer was having enjoyment from something so feline despite his usual insistence that he was more human than animalistic. You'd debated getting a spray bottle on multiple occasions for sheer fun or nabbing a bell and collar and snapping it onto him, taking a couple photos or teasing him about it before he got it off. Though you'd yet to actually follow through with any plan.

He awoke with a startle after you sneezed and he stared up at you with a look of embarrassment creeping onto his face as he blinked and his pupils dilated