AILUROPHILE [✓]

At one's wits end

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- ❝ In a state where one does not know what to do ❞

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"You heard me."

It took me a good while to register his words, as my grip on the artwork in my backseat loosened. A small grin etched onto my face once I finally recovered from my shocked state. This guy sure was attractive, and it'd be a waste if I didn't make proper use of the opportunity.

"If I get your number in return, I'll be more than happy to help you."

He scoffed, brushing his hair back with his slender fingers, as he said, "I've heard this line a lot, missy. Now if you'd be so kind as to help my poor cat who's probably being traumatised by the driver, shall we continue?"

"Sure thing." I gave him a thumbs-up, trying to look for the car he'd been talking about.

The driver did not seem to be rushing, as they took their sweet time to drive, making me suspicious if this guy's cat was even kidnapped, as he claimed, or if it was all just a misunderstanding.

After minutes of tailing them, and minutes of the worried being next to me cussing them out, the car in front finally came to a halt, making me let out a sigh of relief. The whole tenure felt like a James Bond movie, and I was just a side character as the blondie ordered me as per his wishes.

"Hey! Stop right there!" He jumped out of the car in an instant, while I undid my seatbelt and decided to experience the entire ordeal first hand, thus following the guy's actions.

He seemed to be screaming at another boy about his age whilst holding his cat tenderly in one of his hands. The situation was too funny for me to walk away as they argued.

"She seemed like she did not have an owner, so I decided to take her in. My intentions were anything but harmful." His voice was quite husky, his hair dark as the night, with earrings dangling from either of his ears.

"So what? You'd just pick up any cat you find roaming around?"

"Ah... I have better things to do, I'm leaving. Sorry for, uh, scaring your cat." His tone was polite, a polar opposite of that of the cat's owner. He seemed like he'd kill him if given the chance.

"As you fucking should be." He spat, flipping his hair, which was long enough to be gathered into two pigtails.

God, he'd look so ugly in those.

The imagination made me snort, catching the attention of both the boys momentarily. A second later, they were back to their bickering, as I let out the breath I'd been holding in out of fear.

Once their little war finally stopped, which I awaited for over fifteen minutes, the seemingly hot-headed guy approached me, a pompous lopsided smirk adorning his face.

"So... uh, wait. Is that painting over there Takemichi's?"

My smile dropped immediately at the mention of his name, my eyes darting to the blond's face. Was he acquainted with him? Or worse, his friend? If he was, there certainly wasn't anything for me to stay here for.

"How do you know him?" My voice turned cold once the conversation flipped to him. If there was anyone I'd be willing to kill with zero hesitation, it'd be Takemichi.

"He's my bitch! You must've probably heard about me from him. I'm Mikey." His smile was painfully bright for someone I was barely holding myself back from throwing rocks at.

So he was the infamous Mikey.

I was already on my way to the car, not even sparing another glance at Manjiro, his cat, and the total stranger who was already on his way to God knew where.