I don't care what sounds he's making or what's on his head, he's not a kitty. [grabbing for the scruff of Norio's shirt to yank him off the reaper (and his couch).

...Although his knuckles brush some of Norio's hair, which he's pleasantly surprised to realize is very soft and smooth. Maybe it's another cat thing? ...Ah, it smells nice as well...

Uryuu blinks, shakes his head and scowls suddenly, re-focusing.] Anyway, you lost your couch privileges.

- Heat? [oh god, mortified. He glances back at Keigo, as if accusing him of treachery]