Keres sat cross-legged on the Grey zone's dirty street. The zone now eerily quiet except for the distant creak of loose shutters and the soft scrape of people moving somewhere deeper in the district.
Justice had already been seized.
Keres held the cat's front paws upright between his hands and began swaying them left and right, forcing the small body to wobble in place like a tiny dancer.
Justice's hind legs hung uselessly while his thick tail flicked in slow annoyance across Keres's knee.
"Look at this," Keres muttered with interest, turning Justice slightly under the golden evening sun. His fingers brushed through the cat's coat, pushing the fur apart as he examined it. "You definitely grew more fur since the last time I saw you."
Justice narrowed his eyes but did not fight him.
Keres leaned closer, squinting critically. The pads of his fingers rubbed along the cat's ear.
