From his grandfather Kenzo, Akira had inherited a multi-layered brain, as he liked to call it. Certainly the young man was nowhere as good as his grandfather in the fine art of mental multi-tasking… the old vulture was known to be able to take notes about a case study while talking about another and thinking about a third, different one. But there was a little part of him that was able to notice things and elaborate them in the background of his mind, so to say… and Akira’s mental background was telling him that those two catgirls, at first glance so different from one another, were made one for the other somehow….<br/><br/>Surely their connection was far, far stronger than the one he had with his very family.<br/><br/>Akira drove away the nagging feeling of sadness that always seethed in his soul every time he thought about his parents, who had never made a true effort to understand him in all his life. That was not the moment for brooding about his family… actually that was more the moment for celebration and hope to have maybe found someone that could become closer to him that his own father and mother…<br/><br/>“Sure I would like to see them, Skuld!”  he smiled back at the calico catgirl “It would be grand! And I should have my old collection of marbles somewhere myself… maybe I could show that to you in exchange?”<br/><br/>He smiled and giggled when Skuld, once received the feather, jumped on the bed and slid it on the back of her skirt, looking like a strange kind of American Indian Catgirl.. then he turned again towards Maleena, and pointed to his room’s door.<br/><br/>“I sleep there. I gather that Skuld has already seen it since she sprang out of that door..” he briskly moved into the hallway to the half-closed door and fully opened it in order for her to see inside. The room was in good order (Akira was a bit of a neat freak) with the exception of the slightly crumpled bedsheets where Skuld had landed and some ashen footprints of catgirl feet around.<br/><br/>The dominant color of the room was a nice pastel green and there was a sense of cleanliness all around (well again, with the exception of the ashen footprints). The furniture was mainly wooden and there was a lateral door to Akira’s personal bathroom.<br/><br/>“I love green” Akira explained, smiling.<br/>