Fliers and Felines

Yun woke up gradually, soft noises first creeping into a vague dream about sleeping and then seeming more real than that. By the time he opened his eyes and stretched, no longer curled half on his back with his front paws tucked against his chest, he had come to the grudging realization that Danny was doing...... something.

He rolled over and walked to the edge of the bed, tail waving lazily behind him and whiskers twitching as he kept waking up the rest of the way "What are you doing?"

Yun snorted. Forgot he was here. Right. He wasn't that small of a glowing shadow. It wasn't like he had been completely hidden by blankets-

He glanced over his shoulder quickly. Actually... that was kind of a deep nest. Fine. Whatever. His tail flicked with a tinge of annoyance before he turned back to Danny. "Student council?" he asked curiously. Public education systems had so many oddities he hadn't run into before. "What do you have to do?"

Yun snorted. "Convince people to vote for you? That sounds inefficient. Why not just have whoever's best at the job get the position?" He sprang off the bed, landing light-footed on the ground, and strolled over to jump up to where he could see Danny's computer. If he had to stand on Danny to do it, so be it; the other guy could hold still and put up with it for a while.

That earned another snort. "Dictatorships are more efficient, seems to me," he muttered. "Just harder to get rid of idiots. Probably." He squinted at the computer screen. "This is supposed to be a advertisement? I guess it tells people that you're running, but it doesn't make me want to vote for you. Why would you be a better fit than someone else?"

Yun hummed and hawed a bit, flicked his right ear a few times, and finally gave up and pawed at the computer, dragging a toe across the touchpad and pushing an arrow key until the qr code lined up properly.

That was better. Now it wasn't a few pixels out of alignment.

"A decently flexible dictator would allow that too," Yun said absently while he fiddled with the computer. At least this touchpad responded to his paws; some of the computers he had tried to use at the school had not been so accepting. He may have melted one such so-called touchscreen monitor at one point.

"What do you have on that page?" Yun hopped off Danny's lap and sat beside the laptop, tail curled around his feet so that the fire was away from the expensive piece of electronics.