[Lenka's grumbling a little and trying to get his hair back in order (or however much order it ever had in its unruly lifetime), but there's no real venom in his muttering; Teruomi's just the eccentric mechanic, that's his trade, and as long as he can get things working again with minimal fuss and fur...

He also doesn't mind cats, or animals in general. He'll eventually start absently stroking the cat, which is luckily one of the friendlier ones on campus.]

Cats go where they want. You should give up.

[Give up a few things, really, beginning with predicting his lady loves and ending with his apparent quest to sneeze on everyone on campus at least once. It's a little lighter, though, perhaps a bit teasing.]