"Kyon!" a child holding a cat ran up to the boy. "Welcome ba- Ooh! You're all wet!" she exclaimed, using the cat's paw to point at him.

"Grab me a towel," he said as he folded his bangs backwards with his hand.

"Let's ask Shami," the child said as she held up the cat, who proceeded to twirl his head in a circular motion. "He has spoken!" she cried before prancing away with the cat, her childish face silly and youthful. "Maybe, maybe, Shami, baby~."

The boy put a hand on his face and shook his head. Yare yare, he thought and walked in.