[ Makoto doesn't reply at first. He'd been fine when the storm started, just a rocking of the ship and some thunder, but it had gotten worse and worse, and -- well, if you asked him, he would tell you that he was just keeping the cat company because she seemed so scared. In actuality, though, Sousuke's bed was fixed firmly enough to the ground and Makoto was big enough in the cramped space that he could almost ignore the rocking, in favor of the purring ball of cat in his arms.
She did wonders to convince him that the ship was not going to sink, Makoto was not going to drown, and everything was going to be fine. Except he's still more than a little unsettled, and embarrassed on top of it, so he peers out from under the bed, only to jump slightly when another crack of thunder predicts another bout of fierce rocking.
Instead of a greeting, he just sort of squeaks. The cat lets out a slightly irritated meow, abandoning Makoto's suddenly too-tight grip in favor of twining sulkily around Sousuke's legs. ]
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She did wonders to convince him that the ship was not going to sink, Makoto was not going to drown, and everything was going to be fine. Except he's still more than a little unsettled, and embarrassed on top of it, so he peers out from under the bed, only to jump slightly when another crack of thunder predicts another bout of fierce rocking.
Instead of a greeting, he just sort of squeaks. The cat lets out a slightly irritated meow, abandoning Makoto's suddenly too-tight grip in favor of twining sulkily around Sousuke's legs. ]