[ And what starts as just a pair of friendly hands dead-set on rescuing her from the clutches of a pile of kittens ends with a yelp and a topple as they're quick to change route and jump him. The whole ten or so that have clambered from her arm to his shoulder, that is.
If there were any doubts on who the figure swarmed in kittens on the floor is, they're all answered with the voluminous sound of Makoto's laughter shortly followed by the sound of completely baffled astonishment. ]
Ahaha ... ! They're on my fac— fwwph—
[ And he could easily wrestle himself up and away from the threat of being choked to death by kittens (not a bad way to go), but for now, he'd rather try to find a middle ground that leaves each and every feline unharmed. So far, plucking one cat from his face only means two more take their place. WELL THEN ..... RIP MAKOTO?!?! He lived a good life. ]
She's laughing at first when Makoto goes to rescue her, but then it ended up that he was the next victim. He was a much bigger and stronger tree to climb, and with a pleasant laugh like that, who wouldn't resist him? Those kittens knew what's up!
But then it might be too late if Makoto dies, so she better rescue him. In fact, she better do it now he has ten cats practically hanging off his upper body and face.]
M-Makoto! [She scrambles over, trying to pluck the little kittens off him, except they mew so pathetically when they're not longer on Makoto's face.]
[ LOVE ME AMY .... WAIT, DON'T LOVE ME, I'M TERRIBLE ..... LET ME LOVE YOU????? ahahahwoh ]
I'm fine! I'll be alright, go on without me!
[ Since that they're at a cat café and all, maybe she can order a seasonal latte ... or like, a really nice frap with whipped cream, those are always a treat? Never mind that he has to get rescued from a bunch of hyperactive kittens that insist on crawling all over his face. Good thing none of them have supremely sharp claws, or this might be a different story, but — ah, she's made enough of an attempt that his head is freed from the mess of furballs. And then he's coughing dramatically, but damn ... saved again. Where would he be without her divine intervention? An early grave, probably (wait what). ]
Thank you, Vietnam. I'm really okay now, so don't let me keep you if want to get a drink, or maybe some des—
[ Was he going to say dessert or desert? The world may never know, but there he goes, crowded back into the squirming pile of cats. He's at least giving her a thumbs-up through the pile though, which is full reign for her to pet the kittens that have since taken up refuge around her legs, or maybe just a cue to grab a coffee, sit back, and enjoy the show. ]
[She wants him around! Even if he died from cats swarming him, which is considered the best way to go. But you can still have too much of a good thing! Maybe.
At least she was going to say yes to dessert (he was saying dessert, right?) when the cats are now swarming him all over again! Alas, they love him so much that this is going to be a recurring problem that they might as well move on and try to do something at the same time. Multitasking!]
Alright, I'll get you both a drink and a dessert!
[Good idea, Vietnam. She moves to find one of the staff while the cats are still swarming around her legs and feet, and makes her order. It's probably going to be something DELIGHTFULLY HUGE just to celebrate this day! Oh, and delicious fraps of course!]
[ AAAAAAAAA, NOT IF I CAN HELP IT??? LOVES U AS WILDLY AS I CAN (WHOA)
Thank god they both have their priorities straight, though. Finally, Makoto can go out the way he's always wanted, probably: death by cats. Swarming cats, at that, while Vietnam considers his words before going off to get some café food (always the right choice).
Luckily, by the time she's received her order, he's managed to extricate himself from the cat pile long enough to find a seat. Granted, there are still kittens nosing around his sneakers, but none of them have taken to choking him with their fur again just yet. ]
So! What did you get, Vietnam-san?
[ Don't mind Makoto casually brushing cat fur off himself, holding his body away so he doesn't get it on that DELIGHTFULLY HUGE order she just made. Laughing, he tilts back into the chair just a bit, patently relieved. ]
Aaaaah, that was fun! It's nice to go to places like this every once in a while, isn't it?
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Ah, Vietnam ... ! Do you need some help—
[ And what starts as just a pair of friendly hands dead-set on rescuing her from the clutches of a pile of kittens ends with a yelp and a topple as they're quick to change route and jump him. The whole ten or so that have clambered from her arm to his shoulder, that is.
If there were any doubts on who the figure swarmed in kittens on the floor is, they're all answered with the voluminous sound of Makoto's laughter shortly followed by the sound of completely baffled astonishment. ]
Ahaha ... ! They're on my fac— fwwph—
[ And he could easily wrestle himself up and away from the threat of being choked to death by kittens (not a bad way to go), but for now, he'd rather try to find a middle ground that leaves each and every feline unharmed. So far, plucking one cat from his face only means two more take their place. WELL THEN ..... RIP MAKOTO?!?! He lived a good life. ]
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She's laughing at first when Makoto goes to rescue her, but then it ended up that he was the next victim. He was a much bigger and stronger tree to climb, and with a pleasant laugh like that, who wouldn't resist him? Those kittens knew what's up!
But then it might be too late if Makoto dies, so she better rescue him. In fact, she better do it now he has ten cats practically hanging off his upper body and face.]
M-Makoto! [She scrambles over, trying to pluck the little kittens off him, except they mew so pathetically when they're not longer on Makoto's face.]
N-no, you need him to live as well!
[What kind of lecture is this even.]
!!!!
I'm fine! I'll be alright, go on without me!
[ Since that they're at a cat café and all, maybe she can order a seasonal latte ... or like, a really nice frap with whipped cream, those are always a treat? Never mind that he has to get rescued from a bunch of hyperactive kittens that insist on crawling all over his face. Good thing none of them have supremely sharp claws, or this might be a different story, but — ah, she's made enough of an attempt that his head is freed from the mess of furballs. And then he's coughing dramatically, but damn ... saved again. Where would he be without her divine intervention? An early grave, probably (wait what). ]
Thank you, Vietnam. I'm really okay now, so don't let me keep you if want to get a drink, or maybe some des—
[ Was he going to say dessert or desert? The world may never know, but there he goes, crowded back into the squirming pile of cats. He's at least giving her a thumbs-up through the pile though, which is full reign for her to pet the kittens that have since taken up refuge around her legs, or maybe just a cue to grab a coffee, sit back, and enjoy the show. ]
:>!!!!!!!!
No, Makoto, please!
[She wants him around! Even if he died from cats swarming him, which is considered the best way to go. But you can still have too much of a good thing! Maybe.
At least she was going to say yes to dessert (he was saying dessert, right?) when the cats are now swarming him all over again! Alas, they love him so much that this is going to be a recurring problem that they might as well move on and try to do something at the same time. Multitasking!]
Alright, I'll get you both a drink and a dessert!
[Good idea, Vietnam. She moves to find one of the staff while the cats are still swarming around her legs and feet, and makes her order. It's probably going to be something DELIGHTFULLY HUGE just to celebrate this day! Oh, and delicious fraps of course!]
:^)
Thank god they both have their priorities straight, though. Finally, Makoto can go out the way he's always wanted, probably: death by cats. Swarming cats, at that, while Vietnam considers his words before going off to get some café food (always the right choice).
Luckily, by the time she's received her order, he's managed to extricate himself from the cat pile long enough to find a seat. Granted, there are still kittens nosing around his sneakers, but none of them have taken to choking him with their fur again just yet. ]
So! What did you get, Vietnam-san?
[ Don't mind Makoto casually brushing cat fur off himself, holding his body away so he doesn't get it on that DELIGHTFULLY HUGE order she just made. Laughing, he tilts back into the chair just a bit, patently relieved. ]
Aaaaah, that was fun! It's nice to go to places like this every once in a while, isn't it?