Gangsta

“Kon'nichiwa, neko-chan~” Kaz purred softly, getting small meows that confirmed what he had been thinking. Reaching out a hand to stroke the pretty feline, the mostly white cat was more then happy to accept that gentle touch from the male that was new in their life. Purring away, Kaz picked it up after a bit to go sit on the bed with Ix, it’s long fur lacing with his fingers. “I think it just had weebs as owners.”

Cooing more at the pretty kitty, Kaz’s eyes still kept drawing to the watch. Steady as it had been since Nyx  hatched from her egg. To kaz, it was strange that the feline was all too willing to rub on Kaz after hearing him speak what he assumed were those familiar words they were used to. The burnette just... had that tug of there more to this then that. That vague thought of he should know more than he did. His brain was so foggy and it left him feeling so distressed, but soon that would clear up... or that was what he hoped.

Taking up his book again, Ix was fairly happy to have his dark noodle back. It was rather entertaining how dependent he had gotten on another creature's company. Rubbing his hand over the hard face cover, Drik started rumbling pleasantly, giving off those nice feelings that leaked over to Ixavier. Trailing along the spines, he patted their neck before going back to his book while waiting on kaz to reemerge.

"Oh? Is that why I heard you speaking weeb at it?" He had been wondering why the cat always came out to lay on him whenever he sat down to watch his own weeby shows.

With the new friendly cat rubbing on him, purring up a storm that Kaz never knew a cat could pur, He was amused even if internally there was something off. Not to be outdone, Nyx was doing the same even if farther away. Her less smooth and waverly purs were heard as she dragged herself across the floor on her side via her front legs

“I was just curious, and I know a few tricks of my own so why not put them to the test. Language is one of those tricks.” Or more so the correct turn was languages, the male having quite a few he was fluent in and others he only dabbled in to get him through conversations and areas where his others wouldn’t help him much. Stroking along the back of the fluffy Calico, the younger and smaller Nyx slowly climbed up his pant leg to lay next to him. Her multiple eyes blinking before she gave a soft meow and curled up into a hand sized bun. Her time of play was apparently exciting enough she needed rest now. Warm, she stayed right next to Kaz’s leg, still laying but wanting to be touching her nice rider.

“Kawaī koneko.” He purred some more, smiling at the pair of cats that he had charmed into his lap and into existence apparently. “Her name is probably Kiti, generic but suiting?”

It took Ix's mind a couple turns to realize what kaz meant by the cat's name being kitty, the pair of words having the same pronunciation. It did of course impress them that one of their skills was being bilingual. Knowing merely three himself, he was satisfied enough with his nerdy and angry languages.

Pulling his languid noodle up to wrap them around his neck himself, Drik was basically like wet spaghetti at the moment. "I see. So what other sorts of skills might you have?" Scooting up to sit on the edge of the bed, Ix fluffed the neko's ears, giving it a nice scratch down the back of its neck as the pair were purring away together.

Casting Kaz a sidelong look, he gave a small smile just for them since at times trying to charm information out of people was part of his job. "I'd love to get to know you a little better since we'll be together for awhile~"

With the cat calming down, it was much easier to set her aside for a moment in the abandoned blankets that Ix wasn’t curled under. Though she did fuss, the warm covers were tempting enough that they curled back up to continue their loud noises of happiness. Picking up Nyx, Laz moved the dam over to the nice blanket pile that the cat was currently enjoying as well. Carefully tugging a small corner from the pile he set her down and covered in the small portion of the blankets where she’d stay nice and warm and purring away. Watching the two ladies, Kaz smiled and stroked along both as they settled in together. The pair eventually wrapped around each other, making a strange little black, white, orange, and brown spiral of fur in differing lengths. It was rather cute, leaving Kaz staring a little more as he stroked the both of them before getting up to brush off a few pieces of fur that had clung to his clothes.

“You know all about the skills publicized, what more does a charming fellow like yourself need? Not actually getting seduced, are you?” Fluffing up his hair after a short stretch that revealed his stomach for a moment, he grinned as he strayed right away from the attempt. He definitely knew Ix, not... this Ixavier. But he knew him, and he knew he was his.

A knock at the door drew his thoughts away. A pause, before another knock came. “Boss, Lochan and Madam Astarte are here.” Well, that was for another time, the guests Kaz knew nothing about were here. Oh boy.

Leaning back on his hands, Ix grinned a bit at his intelligent guest. It was true, he had the public details, like the fact that this particular contractor knew how to levitate, but he wanted the more priiiivate ones. "Of course not," reaching up to pet along Drik's drifting fluff of a tail, he pinched a bit and the 'fur' went floating off into space to dissipate. He knew this didn't hurt his dragon since he'd feel it too, in fact they didn't even stir. "It would simply make life easier knowing some more personal things about you. For the both of us. I don't need your shoe size, or your birthday." He already had found out that one anyway by chance. "Just things like what do you like to eat, what keeps you entertained-" he glanced over to the closet where kaz had changed out of the colorful clothing before going on. "-what sorts of clothes do you prefer to wear~?"

It was just the little things, but who knew what little things could lead into when digging for information casually.

The knock at the door had him looking back up, standing and adjusting the sleepy dragon draped across his shoulders. Drik stirred slightly, but merely stretched his arms out before wrapping back around Ix. He was able to morph slightly to make himself look more like a sparkly black scarf than a dragon. "I guess that can be saved for later though. Shall we?"