[The look on Sandalphon's face can only be described as suspicion; "what did you do?" goes unasked because his eyes do all the questioning that needs to be done.
But it quickly gives way to something resembling pity as he recalls some of the articles he'd read about cats before adopting one. Separation anxiety can seriously harm them psychologically, the same as any other person, and even though he was only about an hour late, maybe Izumi still isn't comfortable enough to endure even that slight a change to his routine. He gently strokes Izumi's hair, sighing in defeat.]
All right, I won't go anywhere. I guess I can skip coffee for one night.
[And maybe...just maybe, this will be a good chance to bond with him a bit. For all that he wants Izumi to be happy, part of the reason he's here is because Sandalphon is lonely, too, after all.]
So you like shrimp, then? It would've made my life a lot easier if you'd just told me, you know.
[Sandalphon puts the bag on the table and carefully unwraps the small platter of shrimp. Some are fried, others are grilled; he hadn't had a lot of time to think about what he wanted, so it was quicker to just grab a variety of whatever was convenient. But this will be a good chance to get a better look into what Izumi likes to eat—lord knows he's pickier than Sandalphon's budget can allow, so every little scrap of insight helps him ensure Izumi's not always eating things he hates.]
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But it quickly gives way to something resembling pity as he recalls some of the articles he'd read about cats before adopting one. Separation anxiety can seriously harm them psychologically, the same as any other person, and even though he was only about an hour late, maybe Izumi still isn't comfortable enough to endure even that slight a change to his routine. He gently strokes Izumi's hair, sighing in defeat.]
All right, I won't go anywhere. I guess I can skip coffee for one night.
[And maybe...just maybe, this will be a good chance to bond with him a bit. For all that he wants Izumi to be happy, part of the reason he's here is because Sandalphon is lonely, too, after all.]
So you like shrimp, then? It would've made my life a lot easier if you'd just told me, you know.
[Sandalphon puts the bag on the table and carefully unwraps the small platter of shrimp. Some are fried, others are grilled; he hadn't had a lot of time to think about what he wanted, so it was quicker to just grab a variety of whatever was convenient. But this will be a good chance to get a better look into what Izumi likes to eat—lord knows he's pickier than Sandalphon's budget can allow, so every little scrap of insight helps him ensure Izumi's not always eating things he hates.]