[ Mista was here just for the sake of having somewhere to be that wasn't his own flat, things were weird in a lot of ways for him right now but that didn't mean he was going to ignore his cat friends. He'd barely paid attention when Caesar walked in, only looking at him out of the corner of his eye and finding him vaguely familiar. He'd seen him before, he just couldn't quite put a finger on where...

So he sat there, feeding slices of salami to some of the cats that were surrounding him and to the Pistols that were rather noisily poised on the table beside him. That's where his focus was when the other man finally tried to get his attention, thankfully at least one of the Pistols had heard him and he paused when he heard that familiar whine of 'miiiistaaaaa'. He looked up with a quirk of his brow, letting out a huff of breath as he set down the snack and leaned back in his seat. ]

Does it look like I'm working? I'm just here to hang out with the cats.

[ It wasn't that he was trying to be rude, but it was the first answer that came to mind. He took a moment to make a sweeping gesture to himself. ]

...besides, these are Gucci, I can't work in these.

[ Mafia work in them was just fine though, absolutely. ]