[ ribika. not a term that seimei is familiar with, but one that he commits to memory. it could also be a name, but then the other man accuses—or simply guesses—him of being just some cat, and seimei is inclined to believe that ribika is a species. ]

Shouldn’t you apologize to the cats of the world after saying such a thing?

[ seimei barely laughs. it’s more like he breathes with a smile. ]

I’m human. I was joking about becoming a Nekomata. [ he’s never in his life had to think about his own features so much. this world is testing him. his ears twitch. ] Did you expect something else from me?