23 Cat.
Reno was a cat in human clothing, Rude thought. The way he moved, one foot directly in front of the other, was graceful in a lazy sort of way. His grin was never more than a quirk of the lips while his smirk smeared across his face like a bad rash. And his ponytail…twitched.
It may have just been the really strong air conditioner, or the way he moved his head, but his hair gave little satisfied catlike flicks. It drove Rude to distraction seeing the flashing red in the corner of his eye. Yes, Reno was a cat, toying with the mouse.
All he needed was a bell. Rude smirked, patting his desk drawer. Later. Much later.
I rewrote this one like, nine times yo. Was in a mood, so this came out. I like Rude, for some insane reason. Bleh.