EMIYA-Archer
"No, you were already fed twice today. I swear you're becoming as demanding as your namesake," the former Counter Guardian said with a sigh as he looked down into a pair of eyes like molten gold.
The sleek, large, black feline chirped and then proceeded to but his head against Archer's arm before looking back at his half empty food bowl. "Plus, you still have food left over," Archer sighed before he reached down to stroke that luxurious black fur. The large cat purred enthusiastically before rolling on his back with stomach on full display as he lolled around on the workstation counter.
Archer knew that attempting to pet that soft expanse of kitty tummy was almost as full of peril as making a Faustian pact with The World. Even though the cat was up to date on his shots, flea medicine, and checkups; his claws were still razor sharp and, despite his shameless displays of affection, he was still a cat.
"Come on Tohsaka, I do need to get to work," Archer said despite the slight smile that graced his features as the cat's purrs began to rival a pony car's idling motor. Tail lashing out, the cat stretched with his paw and proceeded to knock over a wrench. It landed with a loud metallic clang that rang through the workshop. Archer sighed, bent down, retrieved it, rose to his full height, and pointed the tool at the offending creature.
He said, "Keep that up and I will revoke your workshop privileges."
Gold eyes slowly blinked. Archer sighed, reached out to scratch that soft fur on top of Tohsaka's head one last time, and started to head to the office part of his shop. After all he needed actual work to keep the spoiled cat and himself fed.