Onmur
Archangel of Nutella.
Then Madoka Contracts.
That's a weird vote.
Sabrina haltingly acquiesces.
Pets feel... kind of nice... when was the last time someone touched your hair? No. Don't get distracted. Plan.
"Pets nice. Sabrina nice."
You swear you're not imagining the high-pitched-kettle-like-whistling noise coming from Sabrina's mouth.
Now for the killing blow. Now ignore the nice feeling of fingers scratching your scalp and go for the killing blow.
"Oriko not nice," you let yourself tilt towards Sabrina, your head landing on her with a soft 'thump'. If your calculations are correct, this should be enough. "Oriko hurt Madoka. Oriko should go."
Immediately you feel Sabrina tense. Her fingers stop their delicate movements and you can feel her drawing in air to sigh. Literally.
So you turn away first. You huff like a petulant child and try to step away from Sabrina.
Try being the operative word.
You make a 'hmp' sound as you're pulled back against Sabrina's shoulder, headfirst.
Headpats resume.
Feels nice.
"... Maybe we can work something out, I mean, I want to save Oriko's life..." she drawls.
It's working. That cat's advice is working.
You can do this.
You mewl. Or do the best imitation you can while having your face buried on Sabrina's shoulder.
"... and I've been wondering whether I could convince her to move somewhere else!" she exclaims.
You... uh, what do you do now?
Sabrina's fingers slow down, she's hesitating. Do something.
"... Far away..." you mumble, trying to lower your head and only managing to kind of push Sabrina a bit.
"Y-yeah... I'm sure they'd love to visit Europe... Paris, or something..."
You sigh in relief. You've got this.
...
A few minutes later, you've somehow convinced Sabrina to exile Oriko from Mitakihara and you're roofhoping over Mitakihara after turning down an offer to stay the night at Mami's, trying to ignore all that ever happened and enjoying the cool night breeze...
It doesn't feel as nice as pets.
...
Damn it, cat.
Pets feel... kind of nice... when was the last time someone touched your hair? No. Don't get distracted. Plan.
"Pets nice. Sabrina nice."
You swear you're not imagining the high-pitched-kettle-like-whistling noise coming from Sabrina's mouth.
Now for the killing blow. Now ignore the nice feeling of fingers scratching your scalp and go for the killing blow.
"Oriko not nice," you let yourself tilt towards Sabrina, your head landing on her with a soft 'thump'. If your calculations are correct, this should be enough. "Oriko hurt Madoka. Oriko should go."
Immediately you feel Sabrina tense. Her fingers stop their delicate movements and you can feel her drawing in air to sigh. Literally.
So you turn away first. You huff like a petulant child and try to step away from Sabrina.
Try being the operative word.
You make a 'hmp' sound as you're pulled back against Sabrina's shoulder, headfirst.
Headpats resume.
Feels nice.
"... Maybe we can work something out, I mean, I want to save Oriko's life..." she drawls.
It's working. That cat's advice is working.
You can do this.
You mewl. Or do the best imitation you can while having your face buried on Sabrina's shoulder.
"... and I've been wondering whether I could convince her to move somewhere else!" she exclaims.
You... uh, what do you do now?
Sabrina's fingers slow down, she's hesitating. Do something.
"... Far away..." you mumble, trying to lower your head and only managing to kind of push Sabrina a bit.
"Y-yeah... I'm sure they'd love to visit Europe... Paris, or something..."
You sigh in relief. You've got this.
...
A few minutes later, you've somehow convinced Sabrina to exile Oriko from Mitakihara and you're roofhoping over Mitakihara after turning down an offer to stay the night at Mami's, trying to ignore all that ever happened and enjoying the cool night breeze...
It doesn't feel as nice as pets.
...
Damn it, cat.
