#nekomatas definitely are humanified cats

[extinct-fish]

Reaper's Bride drabble: Nekomata hunts a pen (AKA Arsene being a masochist)

“Nekotama, c’mere kitty-kitty!” Kidd called, patting Arsene’s chest with his cannon hand. “Oww- William, you know it hurts!” Arsene scolded. “Oh- sorry, Lupin.” Nekotama simply scoffed before walking over to Makoto, then placed her folded arms atop his lap, looking up at him. “What?” Makoto asked, tilting his head. “Hi,” Nekotama greeted, “Nekotama, and you are?” “Makoto Yuki.” “Hand.” “What?” “Gimme your hand. I just need to know your scent.” “Uhh, okayyyy?” Makoto placed his hand in front of Nekotama’s face, to which she sniffed and then rubbed it with her face. She then gave off a light smile and laid her head atop her folded arms. “Minty, like catnip,” she noted, appeased. “That’s the second person to say that I smell like mint.” “Who was the first?” “Ryoji.” “He’s Death, I’m cat. Big difference.” “Yeah, but if I had a nickel for every time I was told I smelled like mint, I’d have two, which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it happened twice.” “Yeah, but your mintiness is good.” Nekotama ended up falling asleep with her head on Makoto’s lap. The other personas snickered at the situation. “Would this count?” Makoto asked, “Does the Law of Cats apply to her?” “Yes. You’re stuck with us,” Jiraiya laughed.  “Goddammit.”

Makoto simply sighed as he just watched the other personas play cards. He eventually just gave some ear scritches to Nekotama, earning loud purring from her. Arsene let out a chuckle at the audible purring.

“Well, he didn’t make Loki purr, but he still made her purr,” he joked.

“Arsene Lupin, I will stab you with your own heels,” Loki growled.

“Please do, I love seeing you in my clothes.”

“I swear to god, you are the most demanding masochist I have ever known,” Robin Hood chuckled.

“Well, I cannot die, so why not take advantage of my immortality?”

“I swear to Nyx, if you guys don’t behave yourselves, I will claw out your eyes,” Nekotama hissed.

“Aye, g’luck with that, Lupin’s nothin’ but fire with his eyes,” Kidd laughed.

“Nekotama, you’re like a kitten going up against a whole-ass bear and thinking you’d win,” Makoto chuckled.

“Oh, I’ve clawed them hard enough to bleed, don’t push it, minty emo boy.”

“I stand by my point. Cats like to think they can face up to god and win.”

“That’s implying we aren’t gods ourselves,” Nekotama said smugly.

“You are not helping the ‘Nah I’d win’ allegations.”

Nekotama bites Makoto’s hand. Instead of being offended at the action, Makoto immediately places his other hand on the couch and moves it back and forth, catching Nekotama’s attention.

“Here, you’ll wanna save your hand from being scratched up,” Jiraiya handed Makoto a pen.

Makoto patted the pen on the couch, diverting her attention to the pen. He then moved it back and forth, chuckling at Nekotama’s observation of the pen, her head moving side to side to follow the pen. Her pupils dilated, focused on hunting the pen.

“Ready?” Makoto then threw the pen, “Get it!”

Nekotama immediately chased after the pen, then proceeded to play with said pen like it was a mouse. The personas and Makoto laughed as they watched Nekotama having her fun with a pen.