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”Not much of a talker I see…” he accepted as he leaned down on his beanbag to the point where he was basically sleeping on it. He set his cup down and sighed a bit.
’Meowwwww~~’
Vincent turned towards the sound. What came into view was a white Persian kitten. The feline let out a small purr as it moved towards Vincent and crawled up on him.
”Hello Mochi” the assassin said to the cat, softly pinching its cheeks and smiling at it. He gave an actual warm grin to the cat.
The assassin knew that the secretary’s eyes were on him. Of course, Joseph knew how threatening he looked. He lowered his face a bit, keeping his hands in front of him, trying to convey to the secretary that he was not planning anything stupid.