[ There's a brief, spiteful urge to yank on Takasugi's ear, but in the end the simple desire to touch wins out. Though Katsura tilts his chin back slightly when Takasugi presses so close into his personal space he doesn't try to withdraw, and his fingers still seek to smooth against the fur of his ear.
He looks a touch put out when Takasugi makes his demand before letting Katsura answer his first question. ]
Last time I didn't recognize you, you made me play a guessing game.
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He looks a touch put out when Takasugi makes his demand before letting Katsura answer his first question. ]
Last time I didn't recognize you, you made me play a guessing game.
[ Even so... ]
Kotarou Katsura. And you're Shinsuke Takasugi.