[a hum. the pitter patter of the rain against their umbrellas overwhelm the short pause that follows.]
[the kitten shivers in yukimi's pocket, its matted fur soaked with large, shining droplets of water. it mewls again, shrill, and sora can't help but make a face. he strokes it.]
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[the kitten shivers in yukimi's pocket, its matted fur soaked with large, shining droplets of water. it mewls again, shrill, and sora can't help but make a face. he strokes it.]
My house? It's close.
[it's so small, and so cold, and-- kitty :(]
No one at home is allergic.