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That is until Raiko's though process is interrupted by a sudden ruffle of his hair and an inquisitive: “Mew?” coming from above his head somewhere. If he tries to turn, he'd see no one, but take note of the long, rose pink tail winding through the air from behind his head. Whatever it is, it's basically sitting on his head - or floating just behind it with its forepaws buried in his hair, as it were.

“Mew,” it says, tone definitive, and tiny fingers wrap around strands of his hair, the tips of hindpaws brushing the back of his neck, tickling. The tail curls loosely around his neck, though.

And do as it pleases it does - it almost feels as though its trying to count its hair, given how its delicate touch feels. Its tail flexes slightly against his throat, having its own very slow rhythm of twitching. A soft whisper seems to re-enforce the impression of hair-counting - it seems to be whispering 'mew' in various tonal inclinations to itself.

Suddenly, those forepaws ruffle almost furiously through his hair, and an upset “Mew!” sounds, before it slides its forepaws across his scalp to near his forehead, grips strands of hair there, and pulls its extremely lightweight shape through the air to roll over his head and flop down on the table before him. The Mew looks up at him, its back resting on the wood of the table, tail twitching against the same, its mouth opened in a soft 'o' as it regards Raiko's face with idle - upside-down - fascination, its forepaws folded.

“I see you've successfully hunted for a source of bacon,” Jagdish's voice remarks, dripping with fond sarcasm, surfacing from the kitchen with a cup and lancing his left hand toward the Mew, grabbing its tail as it notices his appearance and moves to flit away. He's chuckling as he sets the cup down and the Mew playfully wrestles with his arm, nipping at his skin, 'clawing' at his wrist, making exaggeratedly cute hissing noises, the very tip of its tail lashing about.

Time passes, the Mew having remained with him, though, and taking much enjoyment out of simply 'pacing' in a circle around him, floating in mid-air, its tail twisting and curling hyperactively. After long minutes, the door to the kitchen opens and out comes Jagdish with a plate of fairly classic British breakfast. “Monsieur, food is served,” he remarks, even as the Mew air-tackles his face, making it difficult for him to see. Still, amused, he steadily sets the plate down, along with eating utensils, fork first. The Mew twirls away from his face, 'clambering' onto his one shoulder, where it then hovers. “Enjoy it,” he says, grinning slightly, even as he nudges a seat beside Raiko aside slightly, before seating himself casually, facing Raiko partly.

“What is the cute little creature trying to say to me?” […] “That you look funny, mainly,” he grins, flicking at the Mew's tail, which prompts it to 'complain' with a loud, bark-like “Mew!”. “But she likes you - understand, she doesn't see nice people often, so you're making her very happy.”

The man chuckles, shaking his head slightly, even as the Mew dives toward Raiko's offered food, stabbing through the mash with her forepaws. “Oh, don't bet on it,” he remarks, teasing the pokémon. “She just does it to worm herself into your heart. If you're not careful, she'll leave you with nothing. She hordes everything.” - “Everything?” - “Everything. Oh, oh, watch that fork,” he mocks the pokémon a bit as its tail brushes Raiko's fork - it turns to stare at him abruptly, wide-eyed, uttering an almost pitiful: “Mew!”

The door closes softly - and Mew notices the motion, twirling through the air, dropping the fork onto the ground with a noisy clatter and diving toward [Jagdish], impacting softly with the man's chest and burying her forepaws and face in the black fluff of his jacket, tail twitching about happily.