Mystic Cat Leon made a huge leap behind the living room sofa, even letting out a crisp, pleasant, "Fuck!" in midair.
Crouching behind the sofa and cautiously showing half his feline face, Leon looked at Tony Stark's smug grin and nearly failed to resist blasting the bastard in the face with a Spirit Bullet.
"That was close!"
The clever Leon noticed the camera in Tony's other hand.
This old bastard definitely wanted to photograph me embarrassing myself on catnip so he could blackmail me!
Luckily!
Leon patted his chest. "I am a rigorous and cautious man!"
He ducked back down, and before long, Leon appeared in human form.
"Tony, if I turned into a two-meter lion, would you still dare hold that thing?"
Tony shrugged. "I might have something more suitable in my storage room. Like a flaming hoop or something."
After trading barbs for a while, Tony saw that Leon had no intention of turning back into a cat, so he put down the Silver Vine and camera.
"How does it feel to be Iron Man?"
Leon sprawled across the sofa in an utterly undignified pose, not at all like a guest visiting for the first time.
Tony plopped down at the other end of the sofa in an equally undignified pose, his feet propped up.
"Great! Really great." Tony's gaze was unfocused, and he was clearly lost in thought.
"I feel like I was born for this moment. You know?"
Under the afternoon sunlight, the two men slumped on the sofa. One sat in the light, while the other wore a hat whose broad lowered brim blocked out every ray.
Perhaps because he was wearing too much, and his clothes were too thick, Leon shifted farther away from the sunlight, hiding entirely in the shadow cast by the