The second hand on the clock pulsed in rythm to the gradually passing time. As Yuki's hand paused, he looked up just in time to lock eyes with the bothersome cat. "What are you writing about now? I went to the store AND helped Tohru cook, and you still haven't moved from that bed." Kyo was as blunt as usual. (No surprise there.) Urging by, why do the counters have to spin so fast? "Are you even listening?!?" Kyo's anger was panther-like. His train of thought... read more
