[~Zacharie~]

The Neko gave a slight nod, before finishing up his breakfast. He new as long as he didn't probably think about it. It wouldn't come. But he hasn't had it in a month now. So it was bound to happen any day. He hated when that day would happen. It would last for about a week. And he hated it, a lot. He usually stayed home those weeks because he claimed himself to be sick. But he hated staying home. Every touch placed on him. It made his skin prickle. It got him fired up. Any touch, it sent that single area that was touched to just prickle with heat.
After a while, he finished up the dishes and placed them to dry. "That's alright, what ever floats your boat," he purred softly.