They all think I'm a boss

Oda Sakunosuke poured a glass of orange juice for Fujikawa Toki, and opened a can of cat food for the black cat he brought over.

Hearing the sound of the canned cat being opened, Wangcai, who had been huddled in the corner playing with wool and having a good time, ran over immediately and grabbed Oda Sakunosuke's trouser leg, "Meow" "Meow" Woo" coquettishly begging him for canned food.

Oda Sakunosuke had no choice but to open one for it too. Wangcai buried his head and licked the can with relish, making a few satisfied "snoring" sounds from time to time.

"Why doesn't it eat?"

Oda Sakunosuke looked at the little black cat on the side. The little black cat didn't even look at the canned food in front of him. He turned his head and ate the little black cat's share.

"He is a picky eater and doesn't eat canned cat food."

Fujikawa Toki hugged Wangcai, who had finished eating the canned food and was licking the corners of his mouth contentedly, and the satiated Wangcai nestled in Fujikawa Toki's arms obediently. Compared with when he bought it from the store, Wangcai has gained more weight, and his body is covered with soft flesh.

"Then what does he eat?"

Oda Sakunosuke looked at the little black cat squatting in the corner, and he found that the black cat's neck and limbs were wrapped in a circle of white bandages, wondering if it was injured.

"I don't know, just make him a copy when you make curry rice"

Fujikawa Toki responded casually.

Oda Sakunosuke wondered, "Can cats eat curry?"

Fujikawa said calmly, "It's okay, it is said that cats have nine lives, and even if something happens, there are still eight lives left."

Oda Sakunosuke: "..."

Wangcai jumped off Fujikawa Toki, grinning at the little black cat in the corner.

Creatures like cats have a strong sense of territory, and Wangcai is no exception. However, he was too busy eating canned food to pay attention to this unexpected visitor. Now that he has eaten and drank enough, of course he must establish his prestige.

However, I don't know what method the little black cat used to tame Wangcai in two or three strokes. The puppet, which was still hostile just now, was softly calling out "meow, meow" at the little black cat.

"Where did you find this cat?"

Oda Sakunosuke looked at a certain little black cat who was playing with Wangcai. It was the first time he had seen a cat that could tease a cat.

Except, of course, Tom Cat.

"I picked it up in the alley."

Toki Fujikawa took a sip of the juice on hand and replied casually.

"I saw that he still seems to be wrapped in bandages, is he injured?"

Oda Sakunosuke pointed to the white bandages wrapped around the little black cat's neck and limbs, and asked with some concern.

"No."

Fujikawa shook his head.

"That's just its interest."

"interest?"

Oda Sakunosuke was stunned for a moment, and hesitantly said, "Its interest is very similar to Dazai's."

It was originally a person.

Toki Fujikawa drank the orange juice in the glass calmly.

The only person who likes to wrap bandages around his body is Dazai Osamu, except for the mummy.

"Could it be..."

Oda Sakunosuke stared at the little black cat in the corner with some doubts, and there was a hint of bewilderment in his blue eyes.

Fujikawa raised his eyebrows, could it be that he was going to recognize it?

The little black cat in the corner stopped teasing the puppet opposite, and turned to look at the black-haired young man beside him, a slight nervousness flashed in his round, iris-colored eyes.

"Could it be Dazai's cat?"

As soon as Oda Sakunosuke said this, the little black cat squatting in the corner was obviously relieved, but Fujikawa Toki who was beside him sneered, "He can't even support himself, so where does he have spare money to raise a cat. "

Hearing this sentence, thinking about the usual style of that friend, Oda Sakunosuke nodded in agreement, "Yes."

Dazai who turned into a cat: "..."

I always feel like I've been shot in the knee.

……

"Why do I feel that you seem to be haggard again?"

Fujikawa Toki put down the glass in his hand, pointed to the obvious dark circles under the eyes of the gray-haired young man and said.

"If this continues, I may order a few more wigs for you."

Oda Sakunosuke subconsciously raised his hand to touch his somewhat dangerous hairline, a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes.

"Not as bald as you said."

"Very bald."

Fujikawa glanced at his hairline, and said lightly, "Zero is one year older than you, but much denser than you."

After Zero took a shower last time, Toki Fujikawa helped him dry his hair, and he could clearly feel the volume of his hair.

It's strange to say that Mingming Ling has to work three jobs every day, and he can't sleep for a few hours at all, but his hair volume is very abundant, and according to him, he rarely loses hair.

"Who is Zero?"

Hearing this strange name, Oda Sakunosuke asked curiously.

This question really overwhelmed Fujikawa Toki, speaking of which he still doesn't know what kind of relationship he has with Zero.

Friends seem a little inappropriate, and relatives don't have any blood relationship...

Fujikawa Toki lowered his head and pondered for a moment, hesitatingly gave an answer that he thought was quite appropriate.

"Zero was the one who almost became my guardian."

If he hadn't left with Murderink's president Mori at that time, but had lived with Zero, Zero should have become his guardian in name.

Of course, even today, he still doesn't regret the choice he made back then.

Oda Sakunosuke stared at the black-haired young man across from him for a while, fell silent for a moment, and then changed the subject.

"By the way, the producer of the movie "Touken Ranbu" gave me a few tickets for the premiere movie. Would you like to take those people in your Honmaru to see it?"

Oda Sakunosuke took out a few crumpled movie tickets from his pocket and handed them to Fujikawa Toki who was opposite.

Fujikawa Toki just glanced down, but didn't reach out to pick it up.

"Go and see with Saki Le and the others."

These few tickets are definitely not enough for the group of swordsmen in Honmaru, and if they quarrel over movie tickets, it will be Fujikawa Toki who will have a headache.

Oda Sakunosuke also thought of this, he took back the movie ticket, and said slowly, "Anyway, it will be released in a few days after the premiere, and we can go to see it together."

Fujikawa raised his eyebrows, and glanced at the dark circles under his eyes that were comparable to the national treasure of the flower planter next door, "Are you sure you have time? You don't need the speed of life and death?"

Oda Sakunosuke shook his head, a slightly tired smile appeared on his haggard face, "No, the second part has reached the finishing stage, and it should be finished in a few days."

"Really."

Toki Fujikawa casually responded that the novels written by Sakunosuke Oda are all serious and serious literature. Although this time "Touken Ranbu" is based on the group of Token Fusangshen in Fujikawa Tokihonmaru The protagonist, but the narrative content is too heavy and depressing, and Fujikawa Toki didn't want to watch it after a few glances.Compared with this kind of serious literature, Toki Fujikawa would rather go to Zero's house to read the pile of comic books on his bookshelf.

So he only knows that the first part of "Touken Ranbu" caused a sensation in the present world, but he doesn't know how much "bloody storm" the second part of "Touken Ranbu" caused in the present world.

"I will take a break when I finish writing this book in my hand."

The publishing fee and copyright fee of "Touken Ranbu" alone are enough for him and a few children to live comfortably for 20 years. He hasn't decided what to write for the next book yet, so he just took a vacation for himself.

"You really should take a break. If you continue like this, it's not just your hair that's in danger."

Fujikawa said lightly.

"Speaking of which, does it have a name?"

Oda Sakunosuke turned the topic to the little black cat in the corner. This little black cat had been squatting in the corner and listening to the conversation between the two quietly, as if it could understand what the two were talking about.

"Have."

Fujikawa nodded, "It's called Tai..."

Before Fujikawa Shi finished his sentence, the little black cat squatting in the corner suddenly jumped over quickly, and jumped into his arms, "meow meow meow" coquettishly.

Fujikawa looked down at a certain little black cat in his arms who was acting coquettishly with him, and raised his eyebrows.

"It seems to like you very much."

Sakunosuke Oda looked at the "harmonious" scene of a person and a cat on the opposite side, and said slowly.

"By the way, what did you say his name was? Too?"

"Meow woo woo~"

The little black cat in his arms stretched out its pink and tender meat pads, and scratched Fujikawa Toki's hand lightly. It was not so much an attack as a coquettish act. Precipitating a look similar to pleading.

This kind of expression can be seen on this guy's face in his lifetime. Although he is in a cat-like state, Fujikawa still feels that this wave of blood is profitable.

He stretched out his hand to rua a few times on the little black cat's furry head and pink and tender meat pads, and finally raised his head contentedly to look at Oda Sakunosuke on the opposite side.

"I mean, it's clearly not injured, and it's still wearing bandages, acting exactly like Dazai."

"really."

Oda Sakunosuke nodded in agreement.

"Since it is the same as Dazai, and its behavior is so doggy, let's call him Ergou."

After some "deliberation", Fujikawa Toki finally gave the little black cat in his arms a name that fits its personality traits very well.

Oda Sakunosuke: "..."

The little black cat nestled in Fujikawa's arms: "..."