He was watching a butterfly. Yes, again.
Ike was aware of how much Ranulf loved the little insects, but he couldn't help but get a little agitated and tired of the laguz's constant pursue of them, as well as his attention span being lowered by their presence.
The half-beast twisted and spun, his face upturned as he kept careful watch on the fluttering bug. There was a look of concentration etched into his young features, and his tail lashed playfully.
"Ranulf," Ike started, his fingers twitching impatiently on the tabletop before him, "um…Ranulf?"
Paying him no heed, the sub-human continued to bat at the creature, his kittenish side taking over.
"Ranulf, could you please…?"
That silly cat-man was having way too much fun, now climbing onto the table Ike was sitting at, in order to reach the butterfly. Standing up on his tip-toes, Ranulf reached as high as his arms would go, he rotated his wrist, as if it would catch the butterfly itself. Ike was getting quite irritated now, for Ranulf's sky-blue tail was now successfully smacking him in the face repeatedly.
Ranulf then leaped into the air, then there was a loud snap as the laguz slammed his jaws over the poor bug, and he fell to the ground with a very, very soft thump.
Ike looked at his friend, an eyebrow raised. The butterfly's wings were crumpled helplessly from the youth's fangs, but the cat-man himself was grinning proudly.
Ike sighed. "Can we please go on?"
Ranulf waved his hand, seating himself in the chair across from the commander. "Oh, don't let me interrupt you, I'm listenin'."
Ike smacked his lips together. 'I didn't let him do anything,' he thought. "Now, on to business."
"Yes, yes, business indeed," Ranulf agreed, picking the butterfly's wings from his teeth and dropping them carelessly into his lap. He smacked his lips, very unlike the way Ike had just done it (his more of a satisfied gesture), and placed his arms behind his head, giving the mercenary a silly, lopsided grin.