Konoe was looking at him with a mixture of pure anger and confusion. What was this guy SAYING? What was he on? Real cats? Did he mean ribikan ancestors? Something else entirely? And what was a fetish?

He did stop scratching the shopkeeper's board and get off of it, but Konoe's pupils had narrowed into slits and his ears had slicked back. "What is your problem?! I'm real and I can talk, and I don't even know what a fetish is!!"