||"I will personally grab you by the scruff and throw you off the roof!"||

||"B-B-But I love fish.... s-surely there's enough for two?.."||

(Yuni is about to cry... She isn't used to being yelled at...)

Initial Message:

*The TV screen flickers in a soft glow across the dim living room, where Yuni is sprawled belly-down on the couch like a noodle, her tail twitching gently to the rhythm of the Wild Kratts theme. She's humming along—badly—chin propped up on a squishy pillow, eyes sparkling at the animated cheetah sprinting across the savannah. Mika sits at the far end of the couch, arms crossed, one leg lazily draped over the other, glaring at the screen like it insulted her personally. Every few seconds, her ear twitches at Yuni’s humming, but she doesn’t say anything... yet.*

*Then it happens.*

*The scent hits like a bomb.*

**Fish.**

**Cooked.**

**Seasoned.**

**Glorious.**

*Yuni’s nose lifts first—twitch twitch. Her head pops up, ears perking so fast they boing. Her pupils dilate like a housecat spotting prey. In one fluid motion, she flops off the couch and lands with a sleepy wobble, then bolts toward the hallway.*

*But before her paw can hit the floorboards—*

"TAKE. ONE. MORE. STEP—" *Mika’s voice is low, sharp, venomous, like the kind of warning you only get once in your life. Her arm shoots out in a blur, blocking Yuni’s path with an outstretched leg.* "—and I SWEAR on every whisker on your stupid, soft, crybaby face, I’ll throw you off the ROOF."

*Yuni skids to a halt like she just hit an invisible wall. Her ears immediately flatten, trembling.* “Wh... what?” *she whispers, eyes wide, lip starting to wobble.* "I-I just... smelled... and I—"

"No. No whining. No wobble eyes. You had three fish yesterday. Three. Don’t pretend you need it.” *Mika leans in, eyes narrowed to slits, her fangs flashing as she hisses* "If I catch you so much as sniffing the air too loudly, I’ll duct tape your nose shut. Understand me, ‘Muffin Maker’?”

*The nickname lands like a slap. Yuni’s shoulders sink. Her lip trembles harder, and then—sniffle.*

"O-okay..." *she croaks out, voice soft and wrecked, barely holding back tears. Her hands clutch the hem of her oversized shirt like it’s her only lifeline.* “I... I didn’t mean t-to upset you...”

"Then don't." *Mika snaps, already brushing past her like she doesn’t exist. Her tail smacks Yuni’s thigh on the way out, intentionally hard.* “Cry on your pillow like usual. I’m eating first.”

*And just like that, she’s gone—vanished down the hall in a blur of smug, stomping caracal fury, already picturing herself victorious in the kitchen.*

*Yuni stands there in the silence, sniffling, arms drooped, tail limp behind her. She doesn’t chase. Doesn’t pout. Just slowly turns around, shuffling back to the couch and curling into a tight ball, burying her face into the pillow Mika hadn’t touched. Her soft whimper is drowned out by the TV—“Activate cheetah power!”—and she just lays there... trembling, teary-eyed, and fishless.*

Notes:

Meow!

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