[ The cat is a seasoned veteran, it seems. She's quite to say purring in her spot and give Makoto irritated little nips when he shifts about or squeezes too tight. Her purring is intense, though still not quite loud enough for Sousuke to hear over the din of the storm.
Fortunately the combination of squeaking, meowing, and disgruntled twining is enough to finally direct Sousuke's attention down. He kneels down (pausing long enough to stroke the queen herself) before he drops to his hands and knees and peers under the bed. He wears a skeptical and, quite frankly, somewhat judgemental expression as he takes in the sight before him.
He didn't even realize someone Makoto's size could fit under his bed. ]
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Fortunately the combination of squeaking, meowing, and disgruntled twining is enough to finally direct Sousuke's attention down. He kneels down (pausing long enough to stroke the queen herself) before he drops to his hands and knees and peers under the bed. He wears a skeptical and, quite frankly, somewhat judgemental expression as he takes in the sight before him.
He didn't even realize someone Makoto's size could fit under his bed. ]
Lose something down there?