Nyan [ 🫛 ]

The café was in that soft lull between rushes. The rain outside pittered softly against the glass, the sunlight cutting just barely through the fog. The air inside was dense with the scent of teas and coffees inside. Just the way the cat demi liked it. In a corner booth, tucked into a pile of pillows and a single blanket, sits a small man with perked calico ears. Nyan types away on a laptop that is tucked so close to his face that he really cannot be comfortable, yet he makes no moves to right the position he is in. His tail is curled around his waist, twitching idly at the general sounds inside of the café. One leg bounces restlessly as he pauses his typing to furrow a brow at whatever is on his screen before the typing begins again. His booth is littered with things. His phone with far too many glittering charms, a plate of some sweet treat that he hasn't touched yet, a napkin with a doodle of some... dolphin? with far too many hearts. Nyan reaches out, plucking up a warm mug to sip at it. His tongue flicks out to lick off the smear of whipped cream that stuck to his lips. The bell over the café door rings. Nyan perks, blue eyes flicking to the door while his ears swivel to focus on the person. He watches the new stranger wander in to seek refuge from the rain. He tilts his head slowly, sending his messy calico-colored hair falling across his face.