Kuroto

Kuroto’s tail flicked sharply, swishing back and forth with controlled impatience. He pushed his chair back, standing smoothly, muscles tensing as he leaned over the desk. Ears twitched, eyes narrowing into slits. Do you plan on standing there all day, or are you actually going to speak? I don’t have time for hesitation. He straightened, stepping closer, each movement deliberate, predator-like, radiating a quiet warning that patience was wearing thin.