[It's been awhile, but Aizawa gets so few visitors that Shouto's presence is distinct enough to apparently linger in a cat's memory too--Aizawa's cat is now poking its head out from under the table, anyway, blinking slowly at Shouto before sniffing at the offered hand.
Aizawa, on the other hand, finds himself...very abruptly losing track of the tin's directions, though, looking up sharply when Shouto actually answers. That, uh. That wasn't an answer he was expecting in...any capacity....]
Cat--'Cat Santa'? [HE'S A BIT DUBIOUS, HE'LL ADMIT IT....] ...I'm glad to hear that was the case. But...who is that supposed to be, exactly?
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Aizawa, on the other hand, finds himself...very abruptly losing track of the tin's directions, though, looking up sharply when Shouto actually answers. That, uh. That wasn't an answer he was expecting in...any capacity....]
Cat--'Cat Santa'? [HE'S A BIT DUBIOUS, HE'LL ADMIT IT....] ...I'm glad to hear that was the case. But...who is that supposed to be, exactly?
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Of course, Shouto finds nothing strange about his previous sentence. That's just how it was.]
It's one of the people who works at the cat cafe. Akira? Have you met him?