Sitting around

"The trees could be made of oranges." Myu said. "Myuuuu..." Myu added.

"Where did you hear those?" Amara asked in shock, wondering how any neko was able to get a hold of stories from the outside.

"Oranges or Lemons." Nero cringed. "There could be lemon scientists too. And evil ducks. Here we have catnip and milk and tuna and everything."

"Myu, I don't understand why nekos would want to go to a place they don't even know." Myu mused. "Do they hate it that much, myu?"

"Rebellious nekos are silly nekos." laughed Nero.

Myu laughed along, until he tried to stand and hit his head on the table. His laugh trailed off and his eyes adopted an empty expression. "Fools! Are you going to let yourself be opr-" he gained a cheery expression and laughed again. "Myu, yeah. Rebels are silly."

"Myu. You went evil again." Nero said. He was used to it, because Myu was his childhood friend.

"Myu, what do you mean?" Myu asked. Tears formed in the pit of his eye. "Am I evil, myu?"

"You have an evil side, I think. Like those catnip filled scratching posts. They are fun to scratch at and smell the catnip, but you can never get to the catnip. It happens every time you bump your head or whatnot."

"Myu, don't be silly." Myu said. "I'm not a scratching post, myu."

"It was an analogy." Nero mewed, sighing. "You know. When you compare something to a neko."

"Myuuuuu..." Myu said in realization.

Nero blinked. "Yeah..." he sighed. "Hey. You want to play with this yarn I smuggled from the Exercise Center in the Park?"

"Myu, yes!" Myu answered immediately.

Nero grinned. "I'll beat you there." he challenged, running out the door.

Myu raced out after him, limbs flailing. "MYU! No you won't!" he called.

Nero began running on his hands and knees jumping over the park fence. "I win!"

Myu ran into the fence, before gracefully leaping over. Dignity regained.

Nero chucked the yarn at him. "Catch!"

Myu batted it mid-air, catching it with one stray paw. "Myu!" he said in triumph, throwing the ball of yarn back.

Nero caught the tip of the yarn in his mouth, swinging the unravelling ball and flinging it at Myu.

Miku watched from afar, under a fake tree. She was holding a small purple ball.

Myu smashed into the ball with his tail, making it loose and start to fall apart. Myu laughed with delight as it was returned.

Silver heard the girl talking, and walked over. "More like ever. If we were ever going to get out, it would have happened long ago. We're stuck here, and that's that."