For a moment, Pepper thought the stress must have gotten to her, and she was hallucinating.
She closed her eyes, shook her head hard, then opened them again...
That was right. Tony really was playing a game with that cat, and her ears had not deceived her either. The cat really was cursing.
In English.
Had Tony already built such a lifelike robot... no, a robot cat?
Standing behind the "two of them," Pepper said nothing as she slowly approached, disbelief written all over her face.
"Ah! That's my last life! Don't borrow it!"
"If I don't borrow it, am I supposed to watch you clear the level yourself? How could you even say that?"
Their conversation continued as their hands rapidly hammered the controllers, their eyes fixed without blinking on the television screen.
"Game over."
As the prompt sounded from the television, Leon still lost the match despite Tony's help.
"You should really stop playing games, please!"
The cat spoke in utter despair.
Tony, meanwhile, looked unusually embarrassed—an expression Pepper rarely saw on him.
"If I'd had one more life, I definitely would've..."
"So it's fucking my fault now!"
Throwing down the controller, which was not much smaller than he was, the cat stood upright with his hands on his hips, filled with righteous indignation.
Just as he was about to say a few more words, a hand from behind grabbed the Mystic Cat by the scruff of his neck and lifted him up. The words at his lips turned into: Meow!!!!
"Pepper?!"
The hand holding up Mystic Cat Leon belonged to Pepper, who had been standing behind them and watching for quite some time.
Ignoring Tony completely, Pepper held the kitten by the scruff and brought him before her eyes, staring directly at him.
Judging by the