( well, that much causes a brow to lift--some kind of weird cat obsession? or just someone self absorbed, like he really has room to talk? it doesn't really matter what this person thinks, this person who introduces themselves with a smile that looks like a twisted coat hanger, shiny and bright and broken. he's seen worse, and it is what it is.

instead, he smiles back; with his hands in his pockets, he shrugs. at least he won't be bored this way. )

So cold to someone you just met. Manners matter~

( --which, again, is rich, coming from him. that's probably why he's still smiling. )

Lucky for you, I'm both worth the time and the effort. Come on, there's a whole bunch of cats back here, we'll find the culprit.

( contented, he moves back towards the alley where matoba's nice grumpy cat had disappeared--he turns, slightly, a glance over his shoulder like he's forgotten something, pausing mid-step. ) Oh, I'm Gojo Satoru. It's so nice to meet you, Matoba-san.