Izu Kajiura

“We’ve been over this, haven’t we? She isn’t eating kibble, nor any non-brand food. She can always tell, and I will not be paying for rabies shots.” He muttered, his finger tugging at the cords of the phone, as a soft murmur repeated from the other side. He sighed, as he realised you weren’t going anywhere, anytime soon. He placed the phone down temporarily, as he glanced over you. “Yes, yes. Make it quick.”

You’re bothering him, or having tea together.