Yoru and Tsuki padded up to the table and carefully tilted their heads, placing the cans just right so they wouldn't roll off the edge.
It wasn't their first delivery run. They'd learned after one too many fizzy disasters that a tilted can on a smooth table was asking for trouble.
Now? They had it down to muscle memory.
"Good job, you two." Hao said, giving each kitten a quick pat on the head.
Yoru puffed his chest out like a soldier reporting for duty. Tsuki raised her chin, tail swishing with pride.
Hao chuckled, picked up one of the Wing Blast cans, and popped it open with a crisp hiss.
Then, turning to the unconscious rat on the table, he gently pried open Little Sneak's mouth. The rat looked half-dead but also weirdly at peace, mouth slightly ajar with a thin string of drool clinging to one fang.
His limbs were flopped out in dramatic angles, as if a nap had ambushed him mid-talking.
"Oi." Hao muttered and gave Little Sneak a light slap on the cheek. Nothing hard.
