Yuki-nee's car was in the parking lot when he walked up to the apartment from the bus stop two streets over. She wasn't supposed to be there. If he had known she would be, he wouldn't have stopped by the library first. He would have come back to the apartment to drop off Anemone, then would have departed for the library, and called Rayet and Inko to arrange dinner right after. He had expected her back later.

Inaho thought about calling the girls, and arranging dinner ahead of time, so that he would have an excuse to leave rather promptly, and not spend much alone time with his sister, but Inaho quickly abandoned the idea. That was all rather foolish. Instead, he simply walked up the stairs, mindful of his cast and entered into their apartment.

What he did not expect, was to find someone other than Yuki sprawled across their very comfortable couch, and of all the people that could have been on his couch, Calm Craftman was not one that he would have calculated for. But none the less, there was Calm, sitting on their couch, flipping through channels. He stopped when Inaho opened the door, and the two of them stared at each other for a few moments. "Aren't you suppose to have your arm in a sling?" Calm finally spoke, motioning with his hand -which still held the remote- towards Inaho's right arm. "And a crutch?"

Inaho walked over to the couch -he was getting a lot better at moving around with his injuries- and sat down next to Calm. He then lifted the carrying case he held in his left arm up into his lap, and opened up the case. Anemone came diving out at lightning speed, and the look of surprise on Calm's face was well worth the accusations. "I find both cumbersome and unnecessary." Inaho stated, as he watched Anemone make herself comfortable on Calm's lap, and stare up at the newcomer expectantly.

For whatever reason, the kitten did not like Inaho, and seemed to intentionally pick everyone else she could to gather attention from. Though, Inaho did notice she had the strongest preference for Slaine, and always fought hardest when she was being taken away from him. In fact, whenever Inaho had to get her into the carrying case to leave the apartment, she was more than happy to get in, since she'd already started associating those trips with going to see Slaine. But her obvious bias didn't stop her from showing general affection for others. If Slaine was right about why kittens purred, Anemone had already adopted him as 'mom', but everyone else in the world, except for Inaho, was still quite fascinating to her.

"You take it with you when you leave!?" Calm's question was in disbelief, as the kitten stared up at him imploringly. He eventually placed the remote on the coffee table, and reached down towards the kitten. She pawed playfully at his hand, keeping her claws retracted.

"Is there a problem with it?" Inaho asked. He was aware that there were risks involved. If Anemone got out of the case for some reason, they'd have a very hard time locating her, and the chance of injury would be high, but he figured as long as he was careful, the chances of those things would be rather minimal. He expected Slaine would backslide horribly if something were to happen to the kitten, and he was having enough problems regarding the inmate without the extra strain. Inaho was more than happy to avoid it.

Calm scrunched up his face. "Guess not." Calm looked over at him, and Inaho had a difficult time trying to decide what that gaze meant. "You look like you need a dog though, not a cat. You have to admit, you look pretty mangled. A service dog would have been a better choice."

Inaho blinked. "The animal isn't for me." Why was this such an issue? Couldn't his friends get together and gossip about his motives like normal friends did? That way he could have just skipped this little clarification again? Or, well, he assumed that was what normal friends did. He didn't really have much to base the theory on, and now that he thought about it, his rag tag group of war veteran friends didn't really count as normal, did they? They had once, but they didn't really now. Whatever sense of normality they'd had before the war was long gone. It struck him, once more, that he hadn't stuck around after the war to find out what their new sense of normal was. Was Inko dating? What was Calm working on that had kept him away? Inaho didn't have answers to these questions, and he suddenly felt woefully unprepared to interact once again with what he had once perceived as 'normal' people. It was not a comforting thought.

Calm let the kitten chase his hand around playfully, and didn't look up at him. "So I've heard." Was what he said, and Inaho thought 'Oh', because he had simply assumed that the rest of them had not informed Calm, as they wouldn't have informed him. He reminded himself he wasn't interested in the idle concepts of gossip, but instead in the fact that he had been excluded in some way. And this was all despite the fact that he had intentionally excluded himself for some time now. It was all in poor taste, and it made him feel entirely inadequate as a social, functioning human being. "But you might want to consider a dog." Calm stated simply. "A retired police dog would do you some good. You could keep it on your blind side, and the whole situation on Mars might have gone better if you'd had one."

Inaho blinked. "You've thought about this." It came as some surprise.

"Little bit" Calm admitted, and quickly snatched the kitten up, as it almost went tumbling over the side of the couch in its excitement.

"It would have landed on its feet." Inaho said, watching as Calm set the kitten down on the side of the couch, and it buried it's head into the couch cushions, before jumping up to the top of the couch, and stalking over to paw at Calm's shoulders and neck.

Calm gave him one of those 'are you serious' looks, that he used to give Okisuke. It was more than mildly insulting to be on the receiving end. "Just because something can land on its own, doesn't mean you should let it fall."

Inaho hummed to himself. "I suppose."

Calm then rolled his shoulders, and scooped up the kitten off of the top of the couch, and offered it to Inaho. The kitten hissed, and squirmed out of his hold, before dashing off to a different part of the house. "It doesn't like me."

Calm shrugged, as he watched the kitten dash off, likely to go find Yuki, another one of her more preferred humans. "Guess not." Then Calm was looking back at him. "Think about it. The dog I mean. They're smart, loyal, good for exercise" Calm rapped on Inaho's cast at that point "and they aren't as picky as cats. And you are a little on the disabled side at this point."

Inaho nodded once in silent agreement to seriously consider the option, but he wondered if Calm knew that's what he meant or not. "I have Yuki-nee, I don't need any pets."

"I heard that!" Came the irritated voice of his older sister as she came round the corner with a very please kitten in her arms. Yuki glared at him playfully for a few seconds, before shaking off her mild irritation. "We were headed to dinner with the girls. You are coming, right Nao?" That really wasn't a question, and he knew it.

"Of course."