a slice of paradise

His ear turns to listen to Hanzo speak. A slight wrinkle of his brow shows the confusion he feels for a moment. If this was within the bamboo, how was it not theirs to call their own? Kuroo would not dare question his Kaichou's words though and he refrained from questioning. A simple nod of his chin would suffice in his agreement as he continued to gaze at the fish swimming about the pond.

From the corner of his eye, he saw the flicker of orange. Within the shadows, a pair of yellow eyes watched him. How many cats really lived here? Curious, Kuroo stood with a shake of his pelt before heading toward the slightly dilapidated building. Careful with his steps, being as quiet and gentle as he could, he peered into the darkness of the shadows. As he approached the porch, he would lower his body closer to the ground until he was nearly laying on his belly on the porch steps. "Psspsps," Kuroo rasped, attempting to beckon one of the feral cats.

"Speech"