I had a dream that I was Hakuba and one of my cats was Conan and he curled up next to me this morning, pouting.
‘What’s the matter?’ I asked, hesitantly petting ‘cause let’s be honest, my cat is not but my Conan (askconan) is kind of a jerk.
He nodded his head toward one of my other cats- the extrovert of the bunch- and said ‘that bastard thief won’t stop calling me a shorty.’
‘To be fair you are fairly short, Conan.’
He glared for another moment, then sighed. ‘Help me come up with insults to call him.’
‘What do you have so far?’ (If you recall, the best he could come up with for Koji was ‘scarecrow,’ and that was after calling him ‘stupid face’ for like a month.)
‘Tall hat guy,’ was his reply.
‘…I don’t think this is going to help your situation in any way.’
‘Oi.’ Defensive snort, pout. Snuggled a little closer. ‘What can you come up with?’
‘I make it my policy not to insult Kaitos.’
‘That’s dumb.’
I shrugged.
He looked unconvinced.
I shrugged again.
Kaitou!cat then approached, eyes beady, dangerous. He had that wicked grin of someone juuuust about ready to cause trouble.
Conan froze. Tense. Waiting.

Kaitou got closer, movements so slow and subtle that it seemed that he was gliding into position. Then he stopped. Crouched. His eyes narrowed in concentration while Conan backed up against me, likewise tense. I felt a sort of dread but for my curiosity could not look away.

The tension was electric. Anxious. 

Kaitou drifted just a tiny bit closer- a false move if anything, then stilled, holding position. This action, though, however small, tensed the smaller cat’s shoulders with so much anxiety that he all but flipped himself over, springing from the bed with a flurry of fur and hissing.

Behind the pounding of claws tearing against carpet in retreat, Conan yowled his parting insult of ‘STUPID… BASTARD… TALL HAT.. GUY!’ 

This left Kaitou to sit up, nonchalant and casual as he pleased, regarding the bed for only a moment before jumping up and taking Conan’s place at my side. Once curled, he closed his eyes and sighed, letting the purrs roll from his chest in satisfied amusement. ‘Ah, so warm,’ 

I resumed petting and, subsequently, drifted back to sleep.