“Ah, Jesus Christ,” Junki startled at the touch, hackles standing on end. Smoke encircled his head, and he looked out of it at best and delirious at worst. He turned around to face Alex, eyes unfocused. He looked like he might’ve been shaking, fearful of even a young girl. At the very least his hands were trembling.
“A cat? A fuckin’ cat?” He parroted, more to himself than anything, trying to process the request. He took a step forward, tapping his foot as he stood rigid in front of Alex. “Don’t kids your age normally have phones of your own, eh?” His voice was condescending, completely dismissive. Despite his unenthusiastic tone, he was still fidgeting and uncomfortably stiff.
“I mean, hey, there’s a cat right here, are you just feeling picky?” He laughed at his own remark, cigarette falling from his lips to be extinguished on the ground. He raised his paws to his face, picking idly at his chin as he continued snickering.
Junki walked, head tilted upwards and eyes taking survey of the clouds. He exhaled a huffy breath from his nose, chest almost heaving. His smile was a full on grin. Things were good. And well, crap. He managed to walk directly into your character’s back, yelping as he hopped backwards, trying to get some good distance between them. His eyes darted as sweat beaded beneath his fur. “Hey, man,” he started, body language betraying his confident front, “you mind?”