Brooding on one of the benches outside of Unineko Teahouse, the chirurgeon found himself staring at the gravel beneath his feet instead of taking in the wondrous sights of the grand city aglow in the night's light. Pulling out a chronometer from the pocket of his dogi, he stared at it with deeply furrowed brows. Looking up and around,  he thought to himself, [color=#FFE58F][i]How has it taken this long...[/i][/color] Hanging his head, he let out a sigh before hearing the familiar voice of his mate.

Looking up, his yellow eyes sat on her for a few moments before catching sight of the treats in her hands. Letting out a sigh, he responded with a tinge of disappointment in his voice, [color=#FFE58F]"Weren't you to be fetching us dinner...?"[/color] It was then that he realized the true horror of the situation. To her, this [i]was[/i] dinner. Putting a hand to his brow, he groaned, [color=#FFE58F]"...very well, I'll have a few bites. But this is [i]not[/i] nourishment. We are getting something else whether you want to or not."[/color]

Carefully taking a piece for himself, he placed it delicately into his mouth, making sure to look as grumpy as possible.