Three Sentence Ficathon

"You know," Tobirama said, eying the calico perched on his desk, giving him an imperious look, "I don't think I actually invited this."

Aoi sniffed, her tail swishing, and smirked at him; it was very recognisable as a smirk, though her face couldn't actually make such an expression. "You invited us when you took up with our summoner," she said, tail curling neatly around her delicate paws.

Tobirama huffed, lips twitching, and reached into his desk drawer for a bit of smoked, dried salmon; Aoi's eyes were locked on his fingers and her toes flexed slightly as she watched, waiting.