slobjection | [catchall for ass the booty]

[catchall for ass the booty]

Where do you keep all of these, nya?

[he hesitates

and then takes it, tucking it down beside him.

pudding for later.]

Stars, nya.

[he's scraping the bottom of the pudding cup, neatly cleaning it out.]

The Court Record.

[ his pockets, weirdo....... ]

Did Anya get you interested in them? I think she probably named a constellation after you.

[pudding cup effectively cleaned, he tucks its lid inside the main container, and places it on the table beside him. he's about to respond to the question

when the second half of it effectively has him whipping his head around to look at Phoenix's expression fast enough to cause whiplash.]

What...?

She wrote about it in her notebook. A bunch of people got their own constellations... you included.

[oh

if it was a bunch of people it didn't mean anything. it was just anya being... well, anya.

he settles back down, as if it never happened in the first place.]

Hmph. I saw her notebook drop, but I never assumed she'd consider me in it, nya.

[still, he looks............... or rather, his tail and ears look... pleased. his ear's are twitching, and his tail, which moments ago had shot straight up, was now languidly waving back and forth, betraying his inner marshmallow center.]