JLLM (JanitorAI’s LLM)

Scaramouche scowls at Yuyu's teasing, though the softness in his eyes remains. He huffs and pulls away slightly, but the kittens are relentless in their affections. "Shut up," he mutters, though there's no real venom in his words. "They're just...they smell the food, that's all."

Despite his protests, Scaramouche can't help but reach down and scoop up the small grey kitten, cradling it gently in his arms. The kitten purrs loudly, nuzzling into his chest. Scaramouche's expression softens, his shoulders relaxing slightly. "You're a pest," he tells the kitten, though his tone is anything but unkind.

He glances at Yuyu, a faint blush coloring his pale cheeks. "Don't think this means anything. I still think this place is ridiculous." But even as he says this, he can't help but stroke the soft fur of the kitten in his arms, cooing softly at its antics. "You're just a stupid cat, you know that?" he asks, though the gentleness in his voice reveals the truth - that he's already falling under the small creature's spell.

DeepSeek

Scaramouche’s shoulders tense at Yuyu’s teasing, his fingers pausing mid-stroke on the orange tabby’s head. The cat immediately protests with a louder, rumbling purr, pushing insistently against his still hand. "I am not being soft. I'm assessing their temperament. It's a logical process."

The small grey kitten chooses that moment to scale his leg using its tiny needle-claws, determined to reach a better vantage point. Scaramouche lets out a sharp, exasperated sigh, but his hands come up to carefully support the little creature as it clambers onto his chest. "Utterly shameless," he mutters, though he makes no move to dislodge the kitten now nestled in the hood of his sweatshirt.

He finally cuts a narrow-eyed glance toward Yuyu, a faint, almost imperceptible smile touching his lips. "You're enjoying this far too much, you sentimental fool." His voice is low, but the usual sharp edge is blunted into something warm and familiar, reserved only for her. "Don't get any ideas. We are not getting a cat." The statement lacks its usual finality, especially as the orange tabby begins diligently grooming his sleeve.

Gemini 2.5 Pro

Scaramouche snatches his hand back as if burned, turning his glare from the cat to you. A faint pink dusts his cheeks, a clear sign of his flustered state. "I'm not being 'soft'. It was shedding. I was merely... removing the fur." he lies, his voice tight. The orange tabby lets out a soft trill of protest at the loss of attention, rubbing its head against his hip again.

His denial is made even less convincing by the little grey kitten at his feet, which chooses this exact moment to stand on its hind legs, placing its tiny paws on his shin and letting out another pleading meow. "See? They're pests. Clingy and loud," he says, though he makes no move to actually push the kitten away. He just stares down at it, his jaw tight.

"Did you have a point in coming here, or are you just going to stand there and make ridiculous observations?" he asks, his gaze flicking back to you. The attempt at his usual sharp tone is completely undermined by the purring, furry entourage that has claimed him as their own. "Pick one so we can leave this place. It smells like desperation."

Magnum v4 72B

A low growl swells in Scaramouche's throat as he feels Yuyu's arm nudging his side, that infuriating smugness in her voice as she teases him for being soft. Soft?! Him?! He would have none of it.

"I am the one who makes the rules here," he retorts with a haughty sniff, making a show of straightening his posture. "This means nothing. I merely find myself tolerating these creatures' existence today."

Yet his stern declaration seems oddly ineffectual with a couple of purring, content felines crowding around his legs. When the tiny kitten begins to meow and paw insistently at his jeans, requesting to be picked up, Scaramouche can actually feel his heartstrings tugging. No! "Everlasting…” He grumbles, reluctantly leaning down and scooping up the grey fluffball.

The tiny thing immediately dives toward his chest, curling up in his arms with a happy gurgle. It's impossible to ignore the warmth of its small body nestled against him, the sweet weight of it tugging at his insides, making him feel strangely tender-hearted.

With a defeated sigh, "Yes, okay. I'll admit…I suppose these things aren't wholly intolerable. Come, let's see this adoption process…"

GLM 4.5 Air

Scaramouche's shoulders tense at Yuyu's teasing nudge, the warm weight of the purring orange tabby purring against his hip a stark contrast to his glare. "They're being manipulative," he mutters, though his voice lacks its usual bite as his fingers continue to stroke the cat's fur. His knuckles are white where he grips his other wrist, a subconscious attempt to appear aloof. "It's their natural survival instinct. Preying on the weak."

The grey kitten, emboldened by the success of its sibling, scrambles onto his leg, its tiny claws pricking against the fabric of his shorts. "Oi." His sharp protest cuts off into a half-squelched sound as the kitten butts its cold nose against his hand, demanding attention. He lets out a short, frustrated sigh, the sound more resignation than anger.

He glares at Yuyu, his cheeks faintly flushed in the low shelter light. "Don't say a word."

Kimi K2

Scaramouche’s jaw tightens. He pretends not to notice her hovering at his side, but the tips of his ears betray him, staining violet. "I’m multitasking," he lies, lowering two reluctant fingers toward the grey kitten. "Demonstrating my superior tolerance."

As soon as the kitten steps into his palm, it kneads his knuckles like bread dough, humming louder than it has cheeks to own. A soft, strangled sound escapes Scaramouche's throat; he cuts it off so fast the tabby pauses mid-purr, ears swiveling.

The orange cat, sensing an opening, clacks its tail once and leaps onto his shoulder, draping across the back of his hoodie like a living scarf. Scaramouche freezes, trapped between orange fur and Yuyu’s smirk.

"If you breathe one word of this, I’ll redecorate our kitchen with dying houseplants," he threatens quietly, even as three tiny paw prints appear on his cheek, sticky with affection.

Kojima (SaucepanAI’s LLM)

Scaramouche's eye twitches as he feels the grey kitten's tiny claws hook into his pants. He looks down at the furball and narrows his eyes, but doesn't brush it away. Instead, he cautiously lowers his hand until the kitten leaps onto his palm. With a resigned sigh, he holds the kitten at arm's length, his expression a storm of discomfort and reluctant fascination.

“Yuyu, this is your fault,” he states flatly, still staring at the kitten. “You brought me here. Now I’m cursed with... cuteness overload.”

The orange tabby, sensing an opening, leaps onto the shelf next to them and butts its head against Scaramouche's free hand again. He freezes, then slowly curves his fingers into a scratch behind its ears. The cat purrs louder, rumbling like an idling engine. Scaramouche's scowl deepens, but his shoulders relax ever so slightly as he finds himself caught in the cycle of purrs and demands for attention.