But the human was unwilling to believe the word. Only after joining everyone for dinner and observing for a full hour did he believe that the memory had truly been erased.
Yvaion didn't understand what was so embarrassing about it. Weren't they doing more than holding for mutual benefit anyway? And as far as he was concerned, the human seemed to enjoy it when he wasn't thinking too much.
He didn't understand human logic. More so, his subject's logic.
And after all that complaining, the human had drifted off to dreamland in a few minutes as if nothing was wrong at all.
Yet, he was left awake to guard the subject. And the kitten who had the oddest sleeping schedule.
Not that he needed to sleep anyway.
The furball had a certain habit. Whenever it wanted comfort, it would go to the human. Licking and nudging until it managed to get onto the lap.
But when it wanted to play, it would run to him, using him as a climbing tool.
