[ Oh, aniki ... you are really the younger brother type, huh? Rokurou has this sudden disjointed realization when the other man clutches the front of his clothes and yowls like an aggrieved kitten. Did you get your whiskers wet on your milk? Did your little paw touch something it didn't like? He will let Nansen keep the title of "older brother" but Rokurou knows, in his heart, that he is not the ultimate little bro between them. ]

So you were cursed by a Katz? I didn't know they could do that, they're usually pretty gentle spirits. [ he sighs, patting the top of Nansen's head indulgently, ] I get it. That really is unfair, I understand.

[ No. He does not understand at all, actually. How can a cat cut itself in half? What was aniki before? How was any part of this cute guy "terrifying" and "powerful"? At best, Rokurou can't help thinking that he needs to put on a proper sweater. ]

We don't have to get something with cats. Women will like anything cute.