[ Maki doesn't seem to care that the cat has chosen to make his t-shirt a toy, and it'll probably end up with a few little scratches and tears in it, but he has to admit he's a bit too focused on the scent of Angela once she's finally in through the front door, and then the smell of food that she'd brought along (why??) kind of has his mouth watering for a moment. But while he could easily let his stomach do the talking and brush her off for a bite, he remains relatively silent and patient with her, following her toward the couch where he takes a seat. He stays still, allowing her to do what she needs to do, and his eyes wandering from the casserole glassware on the table over to the little black cat tangled up in his shirt. ]
No, like mame. Edamame. Long and skinny. Mame is bean.
[ It's a reminder of someone, he wants to say. Someone important. Someone he's waiting for, who the cat belongs to originally, who he'll met again and return him to his rightful owner.
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No, like mame. Edamame. Long and skinny. Mame is bean.
[ It's a reminder of someone, he wants to say. Someone important. Someone he's waiting for, who the cat belongs to originally, who he'll met again and return him to his rightful owner.
But instead Maki says nothing further. ]