practicality

[Accidental Radio Broadcast]

There's the sound of a door opening and closing, then footsteps on a bare wood floor. The footsteps pause]

Mou, Digit, stop that! Harold isn't a toy!

[yeah, that pout is practically audible. He stops, sighs for a moment, before continuing a little more seriously]

Well... I guess he is. But not your toy!

[There's a distinctly unamused 'mrowwww' at that]

Don't complain, I got some extra fish for you too.

[Pleased 'mrrrrrr' in response to that. The footsteps start up again, and the slight clatter of dishes as Dai gets a plate out to put Digit's piece of fish on.]

I've got everything set up for tomorrow night, I think. Even if Samehada-san kept grinning when I was moving furniture. I hope he likes it, though. Do you think he'll like it?

[Digit purrs at the attention Dai is giving him and Dai just laughs]

Of course you would, you'd gorge yourself silly.