-Bonne soirée, my spotted friend.

A familiar perky voice from the hall of a small fashion boutique, willy-nilly, distracted the dozing owner of the fashion world from his sweet sleep, sitting in the armchair of a large table, piled high with paper patterns and rolls of fabric. The man was almost invisible behind this mountain, but Velour's small, semicircular white ears stuck out, twitching slightly from the noise in the building.

Oh, Monsieur Fleur, an old good friend of the cat designer, famous for his mystery, intriguing plans and... certainly, his ability to steal women's hearts with just one look. A heartthrob, and by no means a ladies' man. Women's hearts are what fall into his hands unconsciously, without his whim. Broad shoulders, a playful smile and a sweet-sugary speech, luring the attention of the ladies. sweet and cloying…

-yo, look at that, kitty.

another box of chocolates appears again from behind the sleeping man in the black tuxedo and immediately opens, sliding with a quiet rustle across the table, over the papers. an expensive, red box of chocolates, decorated with a black bow on top. disgusting. Velour is a cat, after all, and chocolates for him are another evil product that spoils his velour fur and— oh..candies with alcohol.

it would be stupid to think that Fleur himself bought these chocolates for him. no. this is idiotic. all the sweets and other trinkets that the gentleman received from the ladies were almost immediately re-gifted to Velour, as a ‘present’ for the visit. the designer knew, so he just grumbled irritably every time.