Downtown Montreal. March 1st.
Kuki's fur felt smooth going along with the hairs, but rather course going in the opposite direction.
As she tried to pet them, Kuki leaned to the side of the hand to avoid it, with limited success due to the minimal space they had to move around on.
Code:
"Thanks! But, umm... no petting, please."
Once they were placed in Anik's pocket, just about fitting, Kuki wriggled about until they were comfortable, settling with their head and front paws sticking out of the pocket, the paws holding on to the outside of it.
Code:
"So, I asked before, but, what are we doing here? And where are we going, next?"
Kuki looked to Gash as she laughed, and explained, now able to see Gash's face from their elevated position.
Code:
"Huh? I'm confused, Gash. You did it, but you actually had someone else do it? Who, then?"