As soon as our food arrives, Kiki looks ready to dig in. He thanks the waiter and sips on his green tea, his ears flicking with happiness. He looks around at all of the dishes. The sushi, the ramen, and the takoyaki. I giggle at his reaction and pat his thigh under the table.
“Alright, baby. Which do you wanna try first?”
He looks at each of them, and looks pained as he tries to decide. I then cover his eyes and say,
“How about I surprise you, hmm?”
I can feel his long eyelashes fluttering under my palm as he says,
“Yes, please!”
He opens his mouth, with a barely contained smile. I look at the three things and decide to go with the thing that would probably least offend his tastebuds, the ramen. The sushi can be an acquired texture, and the takoyaki is probably still scalding hot. I pick up a spoonful of the yellow-ish liquid with some noodles, spring onions, and a bit of pork. I blow on it a bit to cool it down some before saying,
“Say ‘ahhh’”
“Ahhhhh-Mmmm! Sho yummy!”
I smile as he slurps the soup off the spoon and chews the food. I stop covering his eyes as he looks over at me and smiles back. I point to the salmon sashimi and say,
“You should try some of that dipped in soy sauce.”
He nods his head and grabs a piece while I pour a small amount of soy sauce into the bottom of a sauce bowl. As he dips his, I grab my own with a pair of chopsticks and let it sit in the soy sauce.
What? I know it’s unhealthy, but dammit I love sashimi drenched in soy sauce!
As he bites into the salmon, his eyes widen and he lets out cute noises while he chews,
“Mmmmnymnymnym… How is the fish so tasty?!”
I wrap my arm around him as I take a bite of my own, the salty taste of the soy sauce melding perfectly with the salmon. I can’t help but nod. I guess the salmon was really fresh today, because it’s absolutely divine tasting. Kiki looks over at the slightly brown salmon on my chopsticks before doing the same thing with the other half of his, drenching it in soy sauce. After a few seconds, he pops the rest into his mouth and chews it happily, giggling lightly as he savors it.
“Oh my gods, Arty… Your food secrets are mysterious indeed… You made the tasty fish even tastier… And then even tastier again…”
I chuckle as he licks his fork clean. I decide to let the rest of the fish soak a bit more before eating it, so I move on and poke a takoyaki ball with my chopstick. Seeing steam still coming from it, I decide against trying to eat that for now and just take a bit of ramen with pork and beansprouts. It’s pretty good, honestly. I’m more of a fan of Tori Paitan ramen. Basically, chicken broth.
After that, I pick up the last bit of my fish, now thoroughly browned as the soy sauce soaked through it, and eat it. Yup. It’s divine. The god of fish has spoken to me, and its name is salmon sashimi soaked in soy sauce.
I look over and see Kiki poking holes in all of the takoyaki, giggling as steam comes pouring out of them. The first one isn’t steaming anymore, so I pick it up with some chopsticks and take the first bite, just in case it’s still too hot. Don’t wanna burn the kitty’s mouth.
I take a bite of it and, yup, it’s pretty good. I never was the biggest fan of octopus, though. It’s too rubbery for my taste. Same with mushrooms, really. The taste is great though. The Japanese mayo they put on it is really tasty with it.
I take the rest of it and move it towards Kiki who obediently opens his mouth. I watch as he bites into it and his eyes shine with stars. He quickly eats the rest of it and says,
“Wow! Yummy! They weren’t joking in that anime! These are so tasty!”
I smile and watch as he scoops up another ball and starts eating it. I take the other piece of sashimi and let it start soaking while I eat the ramen.
After a while, we finish eating, and both feel satisfied. Kiki ate the rest of the takoyaki himself, which I was okay with. I ate most of the ramen and half of the sushi, so we’re pretty much even.
After paying, we decide to go and buy him some clothes.
I tried to bring him into a regular clothing store, but something from a thrift store caught his eye, so we went in there.
Honestly… The clothes in here are pretty cute. There’s a lot of vintage stuff and more colorful clothes for him to pick out. I decide to look for some more fantasy-esque stuff for him.
While looking through them, I eventually find a really cute top, and I’m not talking about me. It’s white and has ruffles down the front. The sleeves are long and end with lace that flares out. It kinda looks like a cute pirate shirt. The top has black laces that tie it up. I figure that looks pretty fantasy-medieval, even if the shirt is from a completely different era.
As for pants, I find some cute brown ones that are slightly baggy, but have elastic bands in the legs halfway up the knee, and turn into a more tight fit the rest of the way.
As for shoes, I find some brown leather boots that go up to just past his ankle.
As for underwear… Well, they actually had some. Not used, obviously. They just had some in packs up front. Considering mine were too big on him, and I wear a small… Yup. Extra Large children’s size it is. I buy him some that have cute designs on them. I’m surprised they had boxers with flower designs on them. Then again, based on the assortment of pride flags around, this place is pretty inclusive.
After gathering all of the clothes up, I manage to find another shirt for him, but in black, and meet back up with him. Well, I think it’s him. Considering it’s a person carrying a stack of at least fifty different shirts, sweaters, and hoodies… No pants… Ugh, this cat… I’ll just grab him some sweatpants to wear on earth, I guess.
I walk up to him and pat his butt, causing him to let out a cute little ‘eep!’
“How are you planning on paying for those?”
He looks at me and blinks a bit like it’s the most obvious question.
“You’re obviously a super powerful mage, shouldn’t you be able to afford this much easily? Besides, most of these are two to five S signs!”
I grab a basket to put the shirts in and tell him,
“I don’t really know how powerful of a mage I am, but remember, people don’t believe magic exists over here. Also, it’s dollars, not S signs.”
I throw up an illusion around us so people don’t hear us talk. Honestly, I really should find a way to make money on earth soon. I can’t exactly trade in gold coins, because gold is surprisingly difficult to trade. Sure, I could maybe get away with selling one or two, but anything else would look suspicious… Unless… I could maybe buy jewelry in the other world and bring it back here to sell?
Well, it’s a thought.
“Alright, Kiki… Pick out ten you really like and I’ll buy them for you, BUT! You have to pick out some pants as well. We’ll go to the changing rooms so you can try on the clothes we pick out.”
He looks a little downtrodden but nods his head anyways. We find a spot to sit in the corner, with me on a chair and him in a beanbag. He goes through the clothes while I watch. His cute expressions make me giggle every now and then. As he’s mulling over between a white top with pink stripes or a black one with blue stripes, I start petting his head. His purrs grow audible as I start playing with his ears. Despite this, he keeps his focus and finishes choosing. A pink sweater with a duck on the front, a white one that says NEW YORK across the back, a black one that has frayed edges, a super baggy black T-shirt that has a metal band on the front, a grey long sleeve T-shirt that has New York up and down the arms, a pink T-shirt with a bunch of green limes on it, a purple one with orange anime girls printed on, a baby blue fuzzy sweater, and a blue and pink striped sweater with an upside down happy face on it.
An… interesting combination…
To be fair, I can imagine all of them on him. As for pants, we grabbed him a blue pair of sweats, a pink pair, and a black pair. He even picked out a pair of sneakers of his own, a baby blue pair of converse.
I bought him a pair of socks that I saw him eyeing, they’re white with frills at the top and go halfway up his calf… Fuck he’s gonna look adorable in those…
After putting the clothes he didn’t choose back up, we head into a changing room. Before I can even pull the curtain closed, he’s already pulled off the sweater, leaving him butt naked. Thankfully, the attendant is looking away from us.
My eye twitches slightly as I throw up an illusion so we’re silent and sigh as I look at him. He’s already throwing on another sweater. He goes to put on the sweats, but I stop him as I say,
“Kiki! You can’t try on pants with no underwear!”
He pouts at me and huffs, his ears flicking in irritation,
“You told me to get pants too!”
I shake my head and say,
“That’s not the issue, baby… Haaah…”
I poke his penis, causing him to blush,
“Eek! A-Arty! Not here!”
I nod my head and say,
“Your dick would be touching pants that haven’t been washed! You could get sick from that, and if they don’t fit, it’s disrespectful to the next person that tries them on.”
He nods his head fast, ears attempting to achieve liftoff as they flap,
“O-okay! But… How else will I try them on?”
I think for a second before looking down at myself. I debate internally before sighing and saying,
“Haaaah… Are you okay with wearing mine for a little bit?”
Contrary to how a normal person would react, Kiki’s eyes went wide. He nods his head wildly and answers excitedly,
“Yes! Yes please!”
I shake my head and start taking off my pants. I barely have time to pull down my underwear before he’s gotten on his knees…
“Kiki…”
He looks up at me with fake innocent eyes,
“Yes, master?~”
…
“You horny little gremlin…”