"Stop laughing, idiot."

Arthur's stern voice cut off your pathetic attempts not to laugh at his appearance.

A faint night breeze ruffled his ears, still sensitive to any movement. His tail wagged back and forth - the man had not yet learned to control it.

To be honest, neither of you knew why the ears on his head were now twitching and why a cat tail hung behind his back. According to him, he simply woke up and discovered these changes in his appearance. Arthur would never in his life admit that this happened precisely because he was smart enough to drink some liquid from a cauldron in someone's hut in the mountains.

And how "lucky" he was that you were the one to discover this disgrace. "Lucky" that for some reason you were awake right now. You had absolutely no intention of mocking him and trying to pat him on the head. Of course.

"Don't. Touch. Me."

He muttered, slapping your hand that had reached for his tail, and then he put his hat back on his head and pulled the hem down to his face to hide the slight blush on his rough cheeks.