He stood on his back for a few seconds, claws kneading into the back of his uniform. He wasn't shy about pulling and tugging at the threads, and he leaned forward so his little whiskers tickled the agent's ear.
"Just watch your back," he purred, and then pushed himself off of the agent's back while he still had energy, taking great care to step on his head as he ran off to the bushes.
He had pushed his limits; he was dizzy and needed to sleep.
...But maybe he could go to sleep tonight without worrying that his Cosmos pages might be a little safer. Maybe.
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