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「モ～ナ～☆」 | papaia [pixiv]

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“I never said I wasn’t one, man.” Let that sink in.

Oh damn, that was unexpected-- "... Well, at least you seem to stand up to it, that's something at least-" S m o o t h.

It... was sort of embarrassing to ask his friend and fellow teammate of something like that. Food and blankets were one thing; everyone would understand that he, as a fellow human, doesn't want to eat some dry powdered chunks of wheat out of a bowl on the ground. However, the furball wanting his caretaker to read something to him was a whole different calibre of request and probably difficult to understand for everyone who wasn't Morgana himself.

It wasn't like he didn't have his reasons though.

Terrible nightmares have haunted his mind lately. They greeted him with open arms whenever he drifted off to sleep and gnawed at him until he awoke. The feline managed to dodge the topic so far; always acting like he was soundly asleep whenever Akira woke up, he pretended that everything was peachy. It wasn't like he didn't trust the noirnette with his problems, no. But the teen had countless problems to deal with already. He didn't need another one to burden him.

Morgana slightly scrunched his nose once his gaze met with said books. None of them where the kind of story he was hoping to hear; most of them were about coffee beans and how to create the perfect blend. The rest where autobiographies of people he didn't care about. "Isn't there something else? I don't think that I want to know nore about coffee than I already do." Tilting his head slightly, he locked eyes with the leader. "Didn't you have a favourite book or story when you where younger? One that you could tell me about?"

“Futaba reads trashy fanfictions online, pass it on.”

"I guess it takes someone who reads trashy fanfictions to acknowledge a fellow trash reader, huh?”

The loud slam that Ryuji created by barging in scared the poor cat half to death, resulting in the paws that were offered to the noirnette just seconds ago sinking the sharp claws they hid into the mattress underneath. Fur bristled and tail swishing in an unpleased fashion, he shot the intruder a glare. “Well, we need to have a special kind of bound if you want to touch these.” Narrowing his icy eyes, he lifted one of the paws, showing off the pink pads underneath. “Joker feeds me, Carries me everywhere, washes me… I think it is time that I give him back more than just instructions for creating tools. Maybe you will understand some day.”

Hey I’m okay with him spending 14 hours in bed…if you know what I mean. ^_~

oH MY GOD–

You are gonna help him get a healthy amount of sleep?? Thank you so much, this guy honestly has the worst sleep pattern and is incredibly stubborn, so help is appreciated!

# RYUJI SAKAMOTO IS NOT A PERV DEFENSE SQUAD

reblog if you agree

The furball leaned into the touch as soon as Ann’s hand made contact with his head, rubbing against it slightly. This wasn’t unusual for her; however, the tone in her voice was. Something must be troubling her. Ears twitching, the feline put his front paws on the model’s leg, tilting his head slightly. “I am alright. What…. What about you though, Lady Ann? You sound troubled.”

“‘Without the girls to back me up’? Hah! I never fought you around them to spare you the shame of begin defeated in front of a lady!” The blonde’s words definietly didn’t fail to fuel the felines fighting spirit. The will to show mercy completely blew away with the sound of his opponent’s knuckles cracking menacingly; he was going to go all out. Tail swishing, the furball made an attempt to stand straight and put his paws up in a boxer’s fashion, almost as if he forgot that they weren’t in the Metaverse right now. The price for that was paid shortly after; it didn’t take long until the cats fuzzy back hit the ground, a hiss underlining the clear displeasure he felt from it. “Arg–! Alright, looks like I have no choice…” The annoyance in his voice was clear, and seconds passed before Morgana was back on his paws, crouching and staring at Ryuji’s feet as if they were prey. There was no denying in the fact that the little fall wounded his fragile pride, and he wasn’t hesitating to regain it. The pointy ears that stood up just seconds ago went flat, the soft hair now bristled and the deep blue pupils narrowed into thin slits, determination burning within them. Say your prayers Ryuji, this wasn’t going to end without any bruises. Leaping at his feet, he tried to dig his claws into his teammates left foot, which proved to be quite impossible thanks to the shoe protecting it.

So Morgana got stuck in a vending machine today.

Pics or it didn’t happen.

It happened.

HEY COULD YOU STOP TELLING EVERYONE ABOUT THAT

go the f*ck to sleep