The feel of the cool, tall grass against his bare back left Monnayage in a state of pleasant bliss as he wormed around on the ground like a complacent cat. It really was quite pleasant, this grass, with its rich smells and soft blades. He was surrounded by a sea of soft summer smells and the low hum of insects; every nerve in his body was alive and screaming with titillation.
Due to being alone, he felt no shame in the purring sounds he was making, nor was he particularly bothered by the fact that he was dirtying himself. He would worry about that later.
From the corner of his vision he could see Maneki lying in the grass, watching him. While she looked annoyed by his behavior, he could sense otherwise. She wanted to join him. But the oh-so-sassy kitty would never admit to it, he knew, nor would she ever degrade herself to something such as this. That only made him smile wider.
His hands, which were above his head where he lay, clenched tightly around fistfuls of grass. "Come on, Makki," he said through panting breaths. His heart was racing in his chest. "Try it. You know you want to."
He could feel her regarding him with her scrutinizing gaze. <I'll pass. You look like an idiot. Or like a kitten that has just discovered a large patch of catmint, which still makes you look like an idiot.>
"Ha." So that was her excuse? It was probably true. He definitely felt euphoric. "Suit yourself."
She may not have decided to join him on it, but he sure as heck wasn't going to stop.
