[His expression scrunches and he looks up, grimacing slightly.] I'll never understand why any of you like me, but I think least of all the cat. [Because cats like prickly assholes who act like they don't love cats. You know you want to bury your face in Morgana's side and nap to his purring, Akechi, shut the fuck up.]

[He frowns at his bowl of rice and carrots, picking up the chopsticks and carefully arranging the rest of the furikake on one mouthful of rice to eat, in hopes that maybe Akira will let him be if he doesn't finish it. He still has the rest of the crepe, after all.] I suppose I gave you enough stories of my mother early on that you'll want to see what little sentimental items of hers I still own.