In an instant Makoto was in Whisper's lap, purring loudly at all the attention he was receiving. At the mention of food his blue eyes widened, looking to Kikuya then back to Whisper then back to Kikuya. His eyes were begging for some food, and Kikuya chuckled to herself before nodding with approval. At that moment he batted at Whisper's hand, trying to grab the sushi. He eventually knocked it out of her hand and caught it with his mouth, munching away at it. Mmmmmmmm.... deeeeeelicious!
Kikuya merely shook her head at the silly kitty. Such a spoiled brat. Now he was going to be begging her for sushi all the time at home, which Kikuya didn't mind. Gave her a reason to order out, especially at that one place in Troy she and Cecilia had stopped by. "Must meet-ah new face. See for-ah myself." She trusted Whisper's judgment on a variety of fashion related things, but a new model? The concept was going to take a while to sink in. Kikuya hated sharing the spotlight, especially with some newbie. That wasn't how it was suppose to work... not in Kikuya's mind anyways.
Once Jerold left, Kikuya rolled her eyes a bit. "Too laidabacku. Need more..." She struggled for a moment with her words, taking in another piece of sushi while thinking it over. Her eyes went to Makoto as he purred loudly. Jerold needed to be more fierce and cat-like. Yeah, that was it, but what was the word in English. Oh, screw it... Kikuya motioned with her hand as if it was a claw and made a hissing sound. When she was done trying to get her point across, Makoto turned his head and stifled a mental laugh.