without a rustic spoon + aya

He was not in the mood for games; actually, Leroy was definitely in the mood for games, as he was bored out of his mind. However, playing cat-and-mouse was not his idea of fun, evidently though, it was Aya’s, the feline who hid from him on his first day here. Disregarding how stupid this felt, he was no loser. He had scrambled after the feline for a second or two, exclusively to see that she had escaped, only to hear her voice reverberate from an upward position.

”Yeah, I need somethin’," he’d lament honestly, not even remotely thinking of messing with the feline in any way, ”I need anythin’. I go’ nothin’ t’ do”. Being strangely earnest, one could see that the heat was clearly getting the better of him.