Yosuke almost flinched. "Dammit, I already said -"

"Meow," said the cat, murder glittering in its round green eyes.

Immediately shutting up, Yosuke glanced down to check his watch; the fact that the movement put his wrist in between the cat's claws and his face was a complete coincidence. About twenty minutes, if the train wasn't delayed... That seemed a little far for Junes, but he couldn't be sure that the corner store carried anything a damn fleaball would be interested in. Urgh, part of him was so tempted to abandon today's plans entirely and go hide in a closet.

"Eheheh, heh... be right back," he mumbled. Then, without bothering to unlock his bike again, he dashed out of sight. Maybe some distance would stymie the feeling of Chie's glare boring clean through his head.