Before I went back, though! Came something else.
A bell chimed and the door swung open.
"Welcomnya~ Ah. It's you, Mr. Playboy."
"Shut it, lady," I hissed at the receptionist with cat ears and a twirling tail. In the Sachertorte Faction, the one establishment that wasn't broken down yet was the cat cafe that was personally being run by Billy. Who was, by some surprise, the secretary of this faction?
I was fairly shocked by that revelation but kept that feeling of being shocked to myself. He had said that he had started this establishment in the first place because I was walking around with a cat a lot and that once it was gone I had become a little distant.
Hah.
At my behest, though I had never voiced this demand myself, he negotiated with the faction and kept the cafe running in the part-time. The school faculty allowed it too since it was a good place to keep stray cats at.
"The price is the same as before?"
"It's ten gold more now."
What a rip-off.
What a total rip-off.