[h3][b][color=bc8dbf]Moira[/color], [color=f49ac2]Natalia[/color] and [color=a36209]Riss[/color][/b][/h3]
Riss immediately punches Moira in the face, before the second piece of cat falls, a neutral expression chiseled on his face like an engraving. She reels back, tossing the upper half of the kitten into the air in the process. “Rude!” She exclaims, one hand on her face, the other held in front in a loose guard. Her cheek was swelling already, she could feel it. 

Natalia facepalms. This was going to be messy. Moira had pushed Riss’s berserk button a little [i]too[/i] hard in her opinion. (The top half of the kitten hits the ground with a quiet splat.)

Moira continues, “aren’t you going to make a burning declaration of your anger and sorrow first? At least-” Riss tries to punch her again in the exact way he did two seconds ago. He should have been a Time Mage.

“Tch.” Moira steps backwards as the punch swings and misses. “And now you’re inter-” Riss interrupts her and tries to punch her a third time.

It seems as if Moira could handle this without her help, so Natalia just grabs a second plate of food. Besides, Riss’s anger was giving her a minor headache.

Seeing the same punch thrown at her for the third time in a row, Moira pushes the offending fist to her right. Riss attempts to shove his elbow into her face, lunging into her in the process. Moira rapidly backpedals and loses her balance from Riss’ weight, causing them to both fall over. They land with Moira’s slim, nubile self underneath Riss’s toned, athletic body.

“Wanna continue this in my room?” Moira whispers to Riss. “Or do you want them to watch?” She wraps her arms around his back, pulling him close while he pushes against the floor to [i]keep away[/i]. 

[i]Well, this is an interesting development.[/i] Natalia thought while munching on her food. 

Riss hesitates and Moira takes the initiative by hoisting herself off the ground, rubbing her body against Riss as she exhales into his ear. “I guess foreplay is over...” 

Riss pushes Moira away by the shoulders. She immediately lets out a sound effect. “Kya~”

Riss’s emotions were… well, Natalia didn’t want to think about it. 

Riss gets up without looking directly at Moira, face flushed and wearing a subtle scowling expression. He ignores her and goes straight to half of his poor cat, sitting on the floor. His name was Sin. Riss reaches out, grabs a piece of its bloody offal and takes a bite out of it, pulling it against his teeth to rip off a chunk. 

“Does... does that taste good?” Moira asks in genuine confusion. He just ate a piece of his dear departed pet. 

He tosses the rest of it over his shoulder and leaves without a word. The stray chunk lands on Moira. She glances at the bloody chunk of flesh sadly, thinking about the stain that would leave. 

“Must you have killed the cat?” Natalia asks Moira, relieved that the fight or [i]whatever[/i] that was that happened, is over. 

Not looking away from the lump of offal with a bite mark in it sitting on her shoulder, Moira replies “I could have only taken off the limbs, but by the way I caught it, I thought it’d be funnier to have half fall off as I raised it up.” 

“Of course you did,” Natalia replies.

Moira cups her hand over the bit of cat flesh and scoops it up with a shadow. A bloodstain remains on her dress. “I’m going to have to change now.” She pouts.

“The sooner you freshen up, the faster we can go to hunt manabeasts,” Natalia comments. 

Moira sniffs her shoulder. The scent of blood wasn’t even that strong. “I’ll just go like this, it’s already noon.” She shrugs, getting up and walking away with Natalia.