“wE bRiNg In SmAlL pEtS tO sHoW oFf aNd Be AdOpTeD. To show off along with that fake ass smile, ‘Heathcliff’.”

The feline presses his fingertips together, a side-eyed glance being made. Gaia, did people need to make themselves look so stupid in front of him? "Of course! We only do our best to make sure our viewers have a pleasant start to the day.~"

"Aren't you supposed to be busy sleeping with street whores for your "stories", cat?"

Daichi's eyes gave into a half-lidded stare. Yes...of course they need to act like idiots. It was quickly replaced with a Winning Reporter's Smile. "Of course! We have our slot around 7 in the morning, do try to tune in.~"

”..Shouldn’t you be exploiting people’s pain and misery for some massively biased television show? Or at the very least bribing people for something or another?”

"As if I would stoop to such lowly methods. You think rather too ill of me, cat.~"

"An act? You wound me, Mister Tora. Such things cannot be acted. You, on the other hand. You seem to love doing that. Pretending to be friendly to a poor, innocent policeman. Only a criminal would stoop so low."

"I am not the degenerate whore you are, Mister Tora. These people are so beneath me the mere thought of being touched by them /disgusts/ me. I am merely good at my job. Something you wouldn't ever understand."

The toasted feline rubbed the corner of his eye, red pupils staring down the blue tabby. "For a journalist you really like to eat into fake news, don't you, Tora?"

A hand moved to smoothen out his bright yellow waistcoat. The audacity of this lowly thot... "They work hard, they get better jobs. Not everything is some sort of scandal, Mister Tora. Perhaps it is best to remove the tinfoil from your head."

"How do you know if things are really what they say, yeah? People will lie to your face for money, you know. It's pretty easy to do."

Tired.

Daichi is walking home rather late, a hand lightly smoothing the small puff of fur back into place. He practically reeked of women's perfume and...whatever else. Pink smeared his collar and sides of his face. The feline had a particularly dead, disinterested look in his eyes.

Only a typical Sunday night.

This will make for an interesting gossip segment.

Nothing better than...filling out reports.