Noah's hand was on his knee...
Oh dear god, Noah's hand was on his knee!
Surely his face was a noticeable pink by now, but if the boss noticed, he certainly wasn't letting it show. Joshua's eyes narrowed down at the hand, though it probably wasn't necessary because said hand left as quickly as it'd come, leaving a cool spot where'd it been sitting.
Noah was always so warm. He didn't know why, but that thought always left a painful ache in Joshua's chest. Something about them, about himself and Noah, was very different and he couldn't put his finger on it...
"But..." No use in protesting; the bearded boss was already gone again, heading for the door. Joshua sighed and immediately considered his options. There was no way he was going to just sit there and relax, especially when Noah was working. So he swung his legs over the edge of the window seat, socked feet touching hardwood floor a moment while he tossed his book down by the window. Then he was up on his feet and drifting toward the table to check on the status of the snacks.
His heart sunk a little when he noted that there was still lots left, not because he was thinking no one liked his cooking, but because he'd been hoping for something to do besides mingling with the guests.
Being social had never been his thing. That was Noah's area of expertise! So with nothing to save him from socializing out in the living/dining room, the cook snatched up a mug full of apple cider and slipped into the kitchen.
On the way there though, he caught sight of the new guests and was glad to see Rich among them. It was a surprise visit of course, but Joshua was glad to see a familiar face in a sea of strangers, even if it was only for a brief second. While Noah headed upstairs with his little group, Joshua leaned back against the kitchen counter and stirred his cider with the cinnamon stick. He would have jumped like a startled cat at the sudden voice if there hadn't been several conversations going on outside the kitchen and noises upstairs.
"Pat! You made it!" he said with a grin, setting his drink down to help the man with his luggage. "The boss'll be glad too," he added, effortlessly hoisting the bag up with one hand. "Let's get you settled okay? Then you and I can be awkward around all of those strangers out there."
He gestured with his head for Patrick to follow, leading him out of the kitchen again and toward the stairs. "Oh, and you should already know that I never help the guests. I just feed them," he joked.
Although the black cat curled up on the cook's pillow seemed like he was sleeping, he was really keeping one ear tuned to the commotion downstairs. That one ear would swivel back and forth, twitching in different directions like a satellite dish honing in on a signal. And only when he heard that bearded guy's voice and the stairs creak did the cat's head pop up.
He seemed to be staring at the wall, but really he was listening very carefully to Noah, as Joshua called him when the cook mumbled around him in his sleep, and picking up on the other's voices. Curiosity got the better of that cat and he lifted to his feet so effortlessly and smoothly that he seemed more like black silk flowing in a breeze.
Tail and back arched, standing on tip-toes, the cat stretched in a very feline manner before soundlessly dropping to the floor and nudging his way through the crack between the door and the frame. Down the hall he trotted, tail lifted high not from pride or snootiness but because he was young and full of energy.
That shadow of a cat slunk down the stairs connecting the third floor to the second and settled on the very last one, tail curled around his feet. And pink eyes gazed down the hallway at the three people Noah had brought with him. A girl with a beautiful shade of hair, a man with a stylish fedora, and another with a skincolor that had the cat thinking of delicious milk chocolate.
He still remembered the first time he'd tasted chocolate. ██-sama had bought him some from a candy shop in Osaka many, many seasons ago...
No! He wasn't supposed to be thinking about that man! He was still mad!
Some of his demon aura might have leaked down the hall at that moment of weakness, probably making those guests very uncomfortable and aware of his presence. His tail flicked and twitched with annoyance, but he remained on the step, staring down the corridor at them all.
He supposed he should make himself known downstairs soon. It sounded as though people were starting to settle and there would be less of a chance of having his precious tail trampled. Besides, it was due time he play the part of Joshua's shadow and wait for his chance to steal the cook's comfy lap all to himself.