He cuts such a respectable figure, sitting in his seat like he does. Respectable and utterly boring. Though Nekomata knows he's truly anything but. Even if many of his interests are about as scintillating as watching the grass grow. The second most comfortable seat in this place is the one Felix had been lounging in, but Neko won't take it on principle.

Instead she rests her fluffy butt on the edge of the table in a lean more than a sit while she waits for the urgent news.

"Oh, that. You've thrown away no less than eighteen of those stupid things in the last six months, you know? You're welcome, by the way. I figured I'd do you the favor and just finish the damn thing and send it myself. Everything but the last few sentences I copied right out of what seemed most consistent in your throwaway letters."