[Whelk’s not entirely sure how to respond to that. He’s a touch bit empathy bankrupt and has never much cared for animals. But he does have a stray cat that sometimes jumps into his yard and he has fed him part of a lasagna noodle at least once. No Garfield references implied, he just eats a lot of lasagna.
[It’s tempting to risk a kiss, but Whelk decides that that’s out of the question, perhaps still pretending that he has grown no attachment to this strange and prolonged fling. He could do with more fucking though. He’s in the process of coming up with a smooth way to convey that when he hears his neighbor’s back door open and feels a sudden and incredibly strong impulse to go inside immediately and avoid a, “mornin’ Barry!”. So he grabs Kunimi’s hand and pulls him along.]
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[It’s tempting to risk a kiss, but Whelk decides that that’s out of the question, perhaps still pretending that he has grown no attachment to this strange and prolonged fling. He could do with more fucking though. He’s in the process of coming up with a smooth way to convey that when he hears his neighbor’s back door open and feels a sudden and incredibly strong impulse to go inside immediately and avoid a, “mornin’ Barry!”. So he grabs Kunimi’s hand and pulls him along.]