It’s okay, she supposes no matter how large or small the cat. She has means of delivering her headpats and chin scratches.

If he wasn’t so fun to rile up, she wouldn’t take her time indulging in it. Her expression is knowing and rife with amusement, she winks at him and hides her laughter behind two fingers. Such a scary tiger, oh no.~

A pleased chirp.

As ᅠ Aʏᴜᴍᴇᅠ ❀。 sat situated, she might soon find herself covered in pitch black feathers and a woman dangling from a branch far above her head, wings folded against her back. A singular ‘Ha.’ and glimmering dark blue eyes. A fox relaxing under a tree? How charming.

Huh? A letter from her Father?

/oh/.

Akeginu gives such a gentle side eye, the parchment scroll unwound and pinch between her two fingers. Yes, something like that.

They have rituals for these sorts of things. Which she had been avoided.

Everything is so simple when one is a handsome tiger. She supposes she could lie, but her father is quite the stubborn sort of man. Would he send others to collect her? That would be horribly inconvenient… Akeginu does love a good excuse…

A half laugh and a shaking of her head, he’s so silly. He’s not wrong on that front, but she supposes maybe she ought to go… Ehhhh, she doesn’t wanna… Violence is better. It’s always better. Should she leave them to him if they insist on bothering her?