"Come on, Maneki. You can't stay up there all day."
He stared up at his familiar, who was sitting on a high branch of a sycamore tree. She did not look at him, instead acting engrossed in licking her left paw. Her attempt at looking unconcerned over what had just happened was not fooling him, even if she was cutting him off from her feelings.
Amused, he put his hands on his hips, head tilting to the side. "Really? We're playing this game?"
Maneki continued to ignore him, though her tail twitched once behind her, something he recognized as her equivalent of flipping him off.
"Fine." She was so stubborn sometimes. Sure, he'd gone and scared the living daylights out of her for laughs, but it was no reason to act like he'd ruined her life forever. "But we both know you can't win. You never do. Oh," he added, smirking a bit, "and you might want to move on to the other paw. That one'll go bald if you keep licking it like that."
The licking immediately ceased, at which he laughed. I knew you could hear me, he thought to himself.
As if realizing her error in having responded to his words, Maneki turned away from him, her back now facing him, tail high in the air.
He grinned widely. "Stubborn little devil."
Right. So his familiar was going to continue at it. He could play along. He could be just as stubborn as she when he wanted to be.
Making sure to close off his own mental links to her, Monnayage shrugged and began to walk away.
Man, he sure was hungry. Maybe he'd get something to eat and then come back later to see how Maneki was faring with the "silence game." In fact, that was a great idea. This village had some good food at its tavern.