The shriek that shoots out of his mouth is loud, startling and disgraceful. He isn't used to such force, as he is more familiar to gentle creatures like dogs, for example. Though he does have a favour for cats, it appears that those animals are out of his league. He does in fact have a mascot resembling features of a cat - he calls it Shinatty-chan, and he adores it to bits (to the point of doing anything for it), even when the actual animals finds him anything but what he finds them.
Yao finds this to be just his biggest misfortune, besides being sued for copyrighted merchandise every so often (but that is not relevent). He wonders how the other can do so well with felines, to the point of even having an island full of them. It's rather unfair, as he believes the cats should be sharing an equal amount of love for the both of them, not just one out of the pair.
His palm, scratched by a sharp claw not too long ago, now bleeds maroon red - he winces, brings his hand up to his mouth and sucks on the blood that drips down like a cannibalistic vampire. The younger man beside him looks in disgust, and Yao wants to flip him off because this is entirely the other's fault.
"That's absolutely unbecoming."
"Kiku." Yao clicks his tongue in annoyance, partially at the cats, at the Japanese man, and at himself. "The least you can do is offer me some help."
Kiku laughs, and Yao is unsure whether it's because the man took that as a joke or because he's laughing at him. Both options didn't seem favourable, really.
"Ah, sorry." Kiku apologises in between giggles - he sure is laughing a lot despite the situation, Yao notes. "It is just that the cat really looked like you. It was... fascinating watching a cat version of you do this to you."
There is a sigh that comes out after that, and from their squatting position, Kiku stands up; uninterested in petting cats anymore, as he wants to lend the Chinese man a helping hand.
"I'll show you something more interesting that has to do with cats too, if you'd like."
"Kiku, if this is one of your cosplays again, I'd rather not."
Yao looks up at the other, wipes his saliva coated hand on his shirt, and then notices how the other freezes up to his words. So he has been right all along, he thinks with a forming smirk, what a little brat.
"Whatever do you mean, Yao-san?"