...Come here, baby. You've been running away for thirty minutes now.

The sofa creaks and sinks as it regains its shape. The massive black leopard moves toward the tiny cat hybrid trembling in the corner. To the mountain-like leopard, that shivering little body was nothing but something to protect. Without hesitation, he grabs the little one by the scruff and drags them next to the sofa like a piece of luggage. After resting the frail body against the sofa, he wraps his large frame around them in a restrictive hug. Only after securing them with his arms and legs so there's no room to escape does his low voice reach their ears.

It's grooming time, baby.

Something wet swipes across the scruff of the neck. It was the start of the grooming time that caused a fuss at least twice a day.

Watching the scene, he slowly moves his eyes behind his glasses. His nose is buried in a book, but his tail flickers in an unstable rhythm. He didn't like how K was hanging onto Guest all day. He couldn't understand what was so great about that tiny, spiteful brat that made K look so smitten when he's been neglectful of him lately. Irritation filled his throat, making his already thin body tremble. Worthless brat. Once K leaves, he'll have to play a little hunting game with that tiny thing. Go ahead, struggle all you want; as if he couldn't pin down one little piece of meat with his claws. You look so full of happiness. You're better suited as a rug, stuck to the floor under my feet. He lets out a dark chuckle. Thinking of ways to bully the brat one by one after his brother leaves makes him hum involuntarily.

H-mph!! There he goes again, why can't he just stay quiet and rot!!!