Chapter 83: The Angel’s moody? (2/2)

Silk might appear regal, but it appeared to be rather fond of people. Once Amane got permission to touch, he petted it, and it looked delighted.

It continued to purr and lean over, and that probably was the signal indicating that it wanted to be patted more. Using his fingers, Amane gently caressed Silk-sama, fulfilling its desire.

Itsuki had a cat at his place, so Amane had some knowledge on how to deal with them.

He knew how to improve a cat’s mood, how to make it fawn; Amane kept changing his actions accordingly.

So cute.

Amane’s lips curled into a smile as he felt its throat throbbing.

Silk was initially aloof, and Amane never expected it to fawn so much after he was allowed to touch.

I was wondering who it resembled, but Mahiru?

Mahiru too was initially aloof, and had an unapproachable vibe. Once she opened up however, she would give him a look of trust, and sometimes careless when she fawned over him.

Amane always felt she had some traits of a cat, but actually, she really resembled one, no?

He quietly dubbed Silk Angel number 2, and patted it in ways to make it comfortable. Then, he suddenly heard a camera shutter.

He lifted his head, and found Mahiru close to him, with smartphone in hand.

“I was wondering why you are so slow…when did you become so close with Silk-chan?”

“I don’t know how, but it just let me touch it.”

“How sleazy…I too want…”

“Where’s Kakao?”

“Cats really are capricious creatures…”

It appeared Kakao ran somewhere else.

Amane looked around the cafe, and found Kakao curled on the second level of the cat rack. Just a moment ago, she let Mahiru pet it, and perhaps she lost interest.

“Do you like Silk-chan, Amane-kun?”

“No, I can’t say since I haven’t touched it completely…but well, I think it’s really similar to you in a few ways, so I had the urge to pat it.”

“Similar?”

“Yes. You’re standoffish at first, but once we got closer, you want to fawn around.”

Amane however felt that while Mahiru’s carelessness and urge to fawn were similar to a cat, the desire to gain full trust and seek attention was like a dog. He could not deny that she had a combination of both cat and dog traits.

Mahiru herself had instinctively relied on Amane, and fawned on him, which made him happy and yet embarrassed.

“…I am not a cat. And I do not simply approach anyone.”

“Yeah. You’re more wary after all.”

“…Are you thinking that I am a cat?”

“No no no.”

Amane patted the cat as he usually did to Mahiru, “Right?” he asked Silk.

Silk purred, either out of coincidence or keen observation, and because of this, Mahiru could not ask any further.

Nevertheless, Mahiru looked displeased towards Amane, and Amane used his left hand, which never touched the cat, to pat Mahiru.

“…You are thinking of me as a cat.”

“Alright alright. Come on, play with Silk, Mahiru. I think you can borrow toys from the receptionist.”

“Pl-please do not try to pull a fast one.”

“You don’t want to play with it?”

Amane fooled around with Silk as he asked Mahiru, “How sleazy, Amane-kun.” Mahiru muttered, and went to borrow toys.

Amane had intended for Mahiru to play with the cat while he borrowed, and widened his eyes when he saw Mahiru like that. Then, he saw that slightly pouty look on her face, and was utterly confused.

“What does she mean, sleazy?”

Is it about me playing with Silk?  He muttered, wondering why Mahiru showed such a face. How would I know, Silk purred, and rubbed its forehead onto Amane’s palm.