[Kenta's counting himself lucky that he only had an early class today, because watching out the window he can see the way the snow is starting to pile up. It's a bit of a freak storm with weather just warm enough that the flakes are huge and fluffy but they're also falling fast. It's days like this Kenta truly appreciates apartment life: he doesn't have to shovel that.
He does, however, have to deal with it getting into Kouta's fur, so their trip out was short. He didn't want to be out there any more than Kenta did and now they're curled up inside. Or rather, Kenta is, deep in his intro to mathematic computing textbook. Kouta is on the floor with his rope chew toy, completely in bliss, right up until he's not. Kenta looks up when he hears the skitter of claws on the laminate.
He got a dog that looks menacing with the idea that it'd keep people from messing with his apartment and instead ended up with a dog that wants to be friends with the entire building. He seems to have a particular soft spot for their downstairs neighbor, though, and Kenta can't really blame him. Kominato's quiet, tolerant of Kouta's tendency to lose his mind over squirrels, and his smile when he sees Kouta is a thing to behold.
Kenta follows Kouta, intending to tug him back from the door, but as soon as he gets there he hears a knock. His ears go warm when he looks through the peephole; telepathy is movie stuff but he's never hoped so quite as much as he does right now. He doesn't hesitate to open the door, though. Kominato looks cold and wet and even if he didn't think he was kind of cute, Kenta wouldn't be able to turn him away.
He does get a leg in front of Kouta before he opens the door, though.]
Kominato, are you all--KOUTA!
[The leg is fruitless because when Kouta sees his very favorite person other than the one who feeds him, he wiggles underneath Kenta's leg and starts bumping against Kominato's.]
literally always; also jenn's were cute but i love this face
He does, however, have to deal with it getting into Kouta's fur, so their trip out was short. He didn't want to be out there any more than Kenta did and now they're curled up inside. Or rather, Kenta is, deep in his intro to mathematic computing textbook. Kouta is on the floor with his rope chew toy, completely in bliss, right up until he's not. Kenta looks up when he hears the skitter of claws on the laminate.
He got a dog that looks menacing with the idea that it'd keep people from messing with his apartment and instead ended up with a dog that wants to be friends with the entire building. He seems to have a particular soft spot for their downstairs neighbor, though, and Kenta can't really blame him. Kominato's quiet, tolerant of Kouta's tendency to lose his mind over squirrels, and his smile when he sees Kouta is a thing to behold.
Kenta follows Kouta, intending to tug him back from the door, but as soon as he gets there he hears a knock. His ears go warm when he looks through the peephole; telepathy is movie stuff but he's never hoped so quite as much as he does right now. He doesn't hesitate to open the door, though. Kominato looks cold and wet and even if he didn't think he was kind of cute, Kenta wouldn't be able to turn him away.
He does get a leg in front of Kouta before he opens the door, though.]
Kominato, are you all--KOUTA!
[The leg is fruitless because when Kouta sees his very favorite person other than the one who feeds him, he wiggles underneath Kenta's leg and starts bumping against Kominato's.]
Ah, I'm sorry about him. Kouta. Sit.
[Nope.]