"It's rare to see you with such an expression."
Bad Day cheerfully flicked his tongue, crossed his legs, leaned back on the sofa, and marveled at Russell's restraint, "It reminds me of that little kitty on the airship.
"At first, when we weren't familiar, it looked so well-behaved. But as soon as it got to know us, it suddenly became less cute."
It was like a cat sent to the vet for a bath, obediently staying still, allowing the doctor to pet it; but at home, when you want to stroke it, it would scratch and bite.
"...When you think about it carefully, that's actually quite cat-like."
"Domineering in its own territory, right?"
Russell responded languidly, "I guess that's what you want to say. I don't disagree, though... Cats indeed act domineering in their own space."
After taking off his coat, he curled up on another small sofa to the left of Bad Day. The somewhat uneasy feeling he had before quickly settled down.
