[As Basil settles in at the kotatsu, he may feel heat radiating off of it. As is normal for winter, the wooden top has a futon tucked under it, perfect for napping. Komaeda, in the meantime, busies himself in the kitchen with putting the kettle on and getting some tea snacks ready.
For awhile, the gentle sounds of dishes clinking and packages being rummaged through fill the near-empty apartment with a busy monotony that might very well be soothing to someone exposed to so much in so little time. And perhaps it's just when Basil is beginning to relax, an unexpected occupant of the kotatsu makes himself known.
From under the futon, a perfectly round and chubby black face with dull eyes pokes out to look up at the boy. The cat, though he looks rather grouchy, seems to be quite affable as he pulls his rotund body out from under the kotatsu to inspect the stranger without even a shred of shyness. If anything, this cat carries himself with a regal and confident air, as if all humans exist for his own benefit.
He sniffs at Basil for a moment, and then, surprisingly, slams his head against the boy's side with a blatant demand for pets.]
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For awhile, the gentle sounds of dishes clinking and packages being rummaged through fill the near-empty apartment with a busy monotony that might very well be soothing to someone exposed to so much in so little time. And perhaps it's just when Basil is beginning to relax, an unexpected occupant of the kotatsu makes himself known.
From under the futon, a perfectly round and chubby black face with dull eyes pokes out to look up at the boy. The cat, though he looks rather grouchy, seems to be quite affable as he pulls his rotund body out from under the kotatsu to inspect the stranger without even a shred of shyness. If anything, this cat carries himself with a regal and confident air, as if all humans exist for his own benefit.
He sniffs at Basil for a moment, and then, surprisingly, slams his head against the boy's side with a blatant demand for pets.]