"Auh." Kenma acknowledged, dropping her hands away from the cats midsection. The two older girls watched as the cat sniffed at the presented fist, before pulling back and ramming his head into it. Her shoulders slumped in relief. This particular cat had been in her shop for the longest time, having been returned from a few family before their test "trial" was over, saying he was too intense or aggressive. Kenma was finally glad to see the cat accepting somebody as much as he accepted the two ginger girls.
Kenma fumbled with a loose strand of hair, a dark wave of silk curtaining her face as it fell from behind her ear. She wasn't prepared to ask all the questions she knew was mandatory for pet adoption. She knew she had grown attached to the intense feline, or rather he had grown attached to her, and the thought of leaving this cat here in the store longer without a family o love him made Kenma's heart ache in a way she wasn't expecting it to.
He likes you, she wanted to say but didn't. Take him home. Love him. He's so lonely. He's a tsundere cat if I ever saw one.
This made Kenma realise that she had most likely grown too attached to the cat at this point.
Kenma twirled a strand of hair around her finger, absently thinking of the list of interview questions that she had trained over for years already. She knew them by heart. That didn't stop her from purposely wasting time.
Focus, shorty.
An irritable huff of air escaped Kenma's nose. I should tell Kuro I'm skipping out this Friday night. His voice is trapped in my head...
He's right, though. Focus.
Kenma closed her eyes, shaking her head ever softly. She pulled at a loose hemming in the old, worn sweater she was wearing. I need to go shopping soon.
If I can just get this over with, they can come back next time with their parents and adopt the cat. Speak clearly, pay attention to their lips. All will be fine.
"Uh..." She started, fidgeting with her jacket. "Wh... What type of place do you live in? The area needs to be qualified for an active cat..." Kenma eyed the dark cat on the floor. "And your income needs... to be expansive enough to accommodate food and toys." Kenma looked down into her own lap. "As well as check-ups," she added softly.