[Katze watches for any sign Aomine wants to leave. He's been with enough whores to know that sometimes they're torn between busting out and going to find another fare for the night or wanting your repeat business. Aomine's not a whore, Katze reminds himself, and maybe it's a little sad that's most of what Katze is used to.

Aomine is something special. Something to be pampered (such that a mongrel ever can be) and treasured. He'll learn. Amoi will rip that innocence away and Katze knows there comes a time when you are too tired and too hungry to even care. He has to enjoy what Aomine is in this moment.]

I'll stay, then.

[Gentle, as though his companion is making all the choices. Katze nudges him up a little, to strip his shirt off completely. It gives him more to look at, more to judge him by, and Katze does enjoy looking.

He stretches out beside him. Aomine has him by an inch or two, which is an interesting contrast. Elite indeed. There's a light chuckle at the words. They dispel any lingering thoughts of Elite. Mongrel indeed.]

Watch out for drugs. If Ceres is anything like it was in my day. Unless you want to become like that.

[Sometimes it's easier to do it that way. Aomine isn't beaten down, isn't weak to that. Not yet and hopefully not ever. He's not sure when he became quite so attached, not sure it's healthy, but he huffs out a breath against the mongrel's naked shoulder.]

I'm sure you can take care of yourself but...be harsher than you think you have to be.