[a cat nap is just going to have to be in his future, then — he probably won't even realize it happened until he's already awake and sporting an extremely uncool case of bedhead, just smashed a bit on one side, on account of sleeping so hard. poor bastard.]

You want me to put in a good word for you, you mean.

[he pauses, seemingly considering that quite seriously. hmm. he turns Lisa around in his hands to look at her straight on.]

[hm.]

[......... hmmm.]






[finally, he shrugs, still holding her out in front of him, as if he's ready to give her the "don't bite the hand that feeds you" rundown right now.]

Yeah, I can do that. Hey, Lisa — [if only giving a cat a pep talk was the weirdest thing he's done. this doesn't even slightly approach the surface of his entire adventure with the alchemiter. but, Ryuji seems to genuinely want to bond with her, so he'll. give it his best shot??]

You probably shouldn't pick fights with the person scooping your shit.

[....... you can give a better shot than that, Dave.]

I mean, I'm just saying — it's not like you've got pissed off space ghosts taking care of you. Space ghosts can't keep you warm or give ear scratches, and they probably can't smell or actually hold a scoop either, so you'd be cold and stuck with a literal smelly shitbox the rest of your life.

Maybe Ryuji smells weird, too? I dunno, I don't have cat senses. But it's cool, you can trust him.