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Dusts himself off and throws Legoshi's tracksuit jacket at him. He scrambles off, up, and into his base layer of clothes again. Legoshi kisses him again and eagerly cants his hips up, but whatever interest Louis has in this encounter shrivels up and dies.
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A tiny, sad hitch of an "I missed you too," spills out. So instead, Louis meets him eye to eye and completely breaks character. The office decor is tacky, sure, but it would do as a makeshift theater stage.īut there's no audience to impress right now. Louis should just keep petting the surprisingly soft fur at Legoshi's flank, swallow him down and get whatever this is over with.
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Is this Legoshi's sorry attempt at dirty talk? "Louis, I, uhm." The wolf runs his hand up along the side of Louis' face and tentatively explores the forked shapes of his antlers. He hesitates only for a moment and of course, Legoshi takes the opportunity to run his mouth and ruin everything. But Louis didn't plan ahead this one time, did he? God only knows where Legoshi's been these past months. It only hits him, when Legoshi's easy-access sweatpants are bunched up and gathered around his ankles, that they should probably use protection. Louis huffs and shoves Legoshi down on the couch. Legoshi's fumbling hands all over him are too gentle, even when Louis repeatedly adjusts his grip and general area of touch. Breaks their kiss just to encourage Legoshi to pull at it like a noose. Instead, he places the wolf's oversized grubby hand on his own suit tie. Regrettably enough, he doesn’t drag the wolf by his tie because Legoshi only wears ratty tracksuits now, apparently. There's a push-pull, well, mostly Louis push-pulling Legoshi around the room and shoving him into the walls. It's probably equally surprising for the both of them. He sticks his tongue down Legoshi’s throat, but the wolf kisses him back. But the big lug won’t let go, so Louis does the first best thing to push him away. He won’t, and doesn’t, miss Legoshi either. The cat tail-shaped handle breaks off at impact with the floor. “– pleasecomebackpleasecomeback–” Legoshi’s tail wags with such force that it accidentally pushes a fugly orange/black mug off a nearby surface. Haru already dumped me so we don't even have to be rivals anymore. “I’m rounding them up for rehabilitation, see. “Well, uh, I was just gonna fight some meat addicts as usual,” Legoshi’s voice is surprisingly monotone and business-like. He squirms to break free, but Legoshi has pinned his arms down at his sides. Everything about this makes Louis want to puke. “I’m so glad you’re alive,” Legoshi breathes into the back of Louis’ neck. It forces his face upward and his nose right by Legoshi’s ear. His sharp shoulder cuts into the line of Louis’ throat. He’s just as warm as Louis had imagined, even with the short-cropped fur. Legoshi clutches his arms around Louis in a rib-breaking, smothering hug. The wolf’s wide frame towers over Louis like he’s about to throw a punch. A motivational platitude of a funny cat poster hangs over a giant dark purple velvet sofa: The group photos have Louis looking frail and scrawny right in the middle of the lion’s den that constitutes his underlings. The bookshelves are lined with commemorative mugs. He inherited it from the last mob boss, it’s in the shape of a fat striped cat. But Legoshi’s face is unreadable in the dim orange light of Louis' stupid decorative desk lamp. A sliver of moonlight slips through the closed window blinds. And Louis hasn’t even switched on the ceiling light yet. The office door closes behind them with the finality of a dropping guillotine blade. Their suits are far too crisp for violent behavior. He puts a hand up to calm his underlings. “I don’t associate with trash,” Louis says and his lips sting with frostbite. One Shishigumi member probes him in the side too hard, and he yelps miserably. Legoshi's grey fur blends into the cold concrete floor. “He’s looking at you funny, boss,” Ibuki takes a quick sidebar and whispers: “Do you know this street rat?” And you show up, here, in a ratty tracksuit, to eat my gang’s meat supplies?
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I quit school to become the new Shishigumi boss. Life before the Mafia seemed so long ago, but the wide-earnest eyes of his most annoying Drama Club classmate bring everything back.