"Aight. Got the new TV set up. Wanna see? Shoto? Where the hell are you?"
"Sleepy."
"Hah?! Why are you in the box the TV came in?"
"Sleepy."
"How the hell is that comfortable?"
"Sleepy."
"You a damn cat? Heh. You stay right there."
I got some of Shoto's leftover cold soba and draped a noodle over the side of the box. Guess what? A hand flopped around the top of the box like a cat paw until he snatched his snack and ate it.
"Babe, you're ridiculous…"
"And you love it."
"Tch. No one said that."
"I know you do. More soba…"
"I hate you, you cute little shit."
