He was stretched out on his stomach lazily kicking his calves back and forth in the air, one hand propped up his chin as the other dangled a piece of twine just out of reach of a small, but very determined cat.
The late evening sun was still shining strongly for the time of year, warming his back and casting such a pleasant glow on the world around him that one Feliciano Vargas had no desire at all to resume training.
For once it seemed that at least one of his allies was in agreement.
Kiku was propped against a tall apple tree just a little ways to Feliciano's left. He didn't seem too enthused with the prospect of training in the hot weather either, and so had retired beneath the boughs of the tree to rest. His dark eyes half-lidded with the onset of sleep, Kiku quietly regarded the Italian nation.
Feliciano chuckled as he dangled the twine this way and that, the small tan creature reached up and batted at it with little success, still Feliciano cooed encouragements every time the cat