How well you know me (Quinn/Flynn and Johanna)
Quinn was wearing a skirt. Not a kilt, a skirt. And he was topless. And not for any particular reason beyond the fact that it made Flynn giggle. And he loved it when his Flynn giggled. Said Flynn was currently lounging on Quinn's bed, tickling a happily contented Booster's tummy as the cat lay on his back, front paws outstretched making him look impossibly long. "So you think I need fishnets?" Quinn asked, looking down at himself.
"If you did, your leg hair would be all sticking out between the holes and that might be funny." Flynn answered, not looking up because...kitty. Booster yawned and Flynn barely held back a little squeal.
"I could just shave my legs!" Quinn suggested, spinning around so the skirt flew out.
"And I could call you my little trollop!" Flynn added, finally looking up with a huge grin on his face. "I could wear my leather pants and your fedora. We'd be so hot."
"We already are that." Quinn flounced over to the bed, but the second he took a seat, someone knocked on the door. "Ooh, company!"
"Are you really going to answer the door like that?" Flynn asked, one eyebrow arched impossibly high."
"Just you watch me!" Quinn went to the door and he threw it open. "Hi! Johanna, how are you?!"
Johanna blinked and then she looked down at Quinn's skirt and back up to his face. "You're uh...wearing a skirt."
"I know! It's Deirdre's."
Flynn straightened up and he beheld the stranger. "You should see him spin!" He added.
"I'm sure that's true!" Johanna said with a smirk. "I just came to say that thing you wanted me to do. It's uhm...ready."
"Brilliant!" Quinn grinned at her and then he turned back to his boyfriend. "This is my friend Johanna, Mal. Johanna, this is my boyfriend. I call him Mal, but he's Flynn." Johanna waved, feeling a little starstruck. She knew Flynn was in Spectre's band. "Mal, I have to go back to her room for a second, but it won't take long." He ran over to his chair and he pulled on the first shirt he found, which happened to be a Rolling Stones logo shirt that was so faded it was grey now, instead of black. Then he pulled his boots on.
"Booster will keep me company." Flynn said, though he wished he could have gone, just to see the reactions that Quinn got in that outfit. When the two of them left, Flynn, quite unashamedly, buried his face in the soft fur of Booster's tummy. He grinned to himself as Booster started to purr, deep and throaty. Flynn felt a slight pang in his chest as he thought of his Rusty, the cat who had been killed so viciously by his former employer. But Booster was a comfort, and Flynn let his eyes close, ear pressed up against the cat's body so he could hear the purring reverberating in his ears. There was something so soothing about animals, especially for someone who had been separated from people for so long. They didn't expect any social graces, which wasn't one of Flynn's strong points anyway.
It wasn't long before Flynn heard the door open again and he sat up straight, looking a little nervous in case anyone had seen him snuggling with the cat like a five-year-old might. Not that Quinn would ever tease him about it, but that new Johannagirl might. They hadn't seen though. The door opened slowly and Johanna entered first. "Hey. He'll just be a moment. He got the best looks, by the way!"
Flynn chuckled. "I'll bet." He said, directed to his hands as he blushed. New person. Talking to him. Weird.
Then Quinn pushed the door open with his booted foot, and he entered the room, a little black kitten squirming in his arms. "This little guy doesn't know how to stay still."
Flynn stared at his boyfriend for a second as Johanna rushed to close the door behind Quinn. "You...you got another cat?" One cat in a dormroom was fine, especially since the inhabitants of Nutford House loved Booster and he had taken to wandering the halls without having to worry about being handed over to the humane society or something.
"Not for me." Quinn said, shaking his head. "My friend Ethan used to work at a vet's office and he just got Johanna a job there, because she wanted to help out. And this little guy...his mother was an alley cat and they say a dog found them. Killed the mother and all the other kittens, but this one hid. The dog hurt his paw a little, but he's alright now. He's been at the vet's office for a month and a half, and Johanna told me about him. They were going to put him in a shelter but he...I guess he sort of reminded me of you a little." Quinn admitted, looking down at the kitten's bright green eyes. "All the odds were against him, but he survived anyway."
"You mean...you...is..is he for me?"
It was Johanna who actually answered Flynn. "If you want him. He's a black cat. They don't do as well in shelters as other cats do. Some people are still a bit superstitious. Even though he's clearly not bad luck, considering he's the one who survived. He's used to people now. He was a bit wild when he came in-"
"Heh..." Exactly like Flynn. Flynn looked up at Quinn again and he put a hand up to his lips. "He's really for me?"
"Who better to take care of him than someone who understands?" Quinn said, a little smile on his face.
Flynn didn't have any words for that. He just held his hands out and Quinn put the little kitten into them. Flynn held the kitten in front of him and the kitten stared at him, green eyes glowing away. But he didn't struggle or squirm. And then Flynn brought the kitten close to his chest, scratching behind his ear, and he smiled. "I'll make sure nothing bad happens to him. I can keep him safe."
"That was our thought." Quinn said, taking a seat beside Flynn as he held his new kitten. "I wanted to get you something because I'm so proud of what you've done. Passing that exam and getting into Uni. Everything with the band and going to help Spectre. You're my hero, Mal, and I didn't know what kind of gift would show you how highly I thought of you...and then Johanna told me about him. And I thought...what better than this little guy to show you how incredible you are? And I think he just might take good care of you too."
Flynn wasn't a crier, but if he was someone did, he would be crying now. Instead he looked over at his boyfriend and then up at Johanna. "Thank you." He whispered. "It's the perfect present. He's perfect."
In Flynn's arms, the little kitten squeezed his eyes closed and he purred lightly, the picture of contentment.
"If you did, your leg hair would be all sticking out between the holes and that might be funny." Flynn answered, not looking up because...kitty. Booster yawned and Flynn barely held back a little squeal.
"I could just shave my legs!" Quinn suggested, spinning around so the skirt flew out.
"And I could call you my little trollop!" Flynn added, finally looking up with a huge grin on his face. "I could wear my leather pants and your fedora. We'd be so hot."
"We already are that." Quinn flounced over to the bed, but the second he took a seat, someone knocked on the door. "Ooh, company!"
"Are you really going to answer the door like that?" Flynn asked, one eyebrow arched impossibly high."
"Just you watch me!" Quinn went to the door and he threw it open. "Hi! Johanna, how are you?!"
Johanna blinked and then she looked down at Quinn's skirt and back up to his face. "You're uh...wearing a skirt."
"I know! It's Deirdre's."
Flynn straightened up and he beheld the stranger. "You should see him spin!" He added.
"I'm sure that's true!" Johanna said with a smirk. "I just came to say that thing you wanted me to do. It's uhm...ready."
"Brilliant!" Quinn grinned at her and then he turned back to his boyfriend. "This is my friend Johanna, Mal. Johanna, this is my boyfriend. I call him Mal, but he's Flynn." Johanna waved, feeling a little starstruck. She knew Flynn was in Spectre's band. "Mal, I have to go back to her room for a second, but it won't take long." He ran over to his chair and he pulled on the first shirt he found, which happened to be a Rolling Stones logo shirt that was so faded it was grey now, instead of black. Then he pulled his boots on.
"Booster will keep me company." Flynn said, though he wished he could have gone, just to see the reactions that Quinn got in that outfit. When the two of them left, Flynn, quite unashamedly, buried his face in the soft fur of Booster's tummy. He grinned to himself as Booster started to purr, deep and throaty. Flynn felt a slight pang in his chest as he thought of his Rusty, the cat who had been killed so viciously by his former employer. But Booster was a comfort, and Flynn let his eyes close, ear pressed up against the cat's body so he could hear the purring reverberating in his ears. There was something so soothing about animals, especially for someone who had been separated from people for so long. They didn't expect any social graces, which wasn't one of Flynn's strong points anyway.
It wasn't long before Flynn heard the door open again and he sat up straight, looking a little nervous in case anyone had seen him snuggling with the cat like a five-year-old might. Not that Quinn would ever tease him about it, but that new Johannagirl might. They hadn't seen though. The door opened slowly and Johanna entered first. "Hey. He'll just be a moment. He got the best looks, by the way!"
Flynn chuckled. "I'll bet." He said, directed to his hands as he blushed. New person. Talking to him. Weird.
Then Quinn pushed the door open with his booted foot, and he entered the room, a little black kitten squirming in his arms. "This little guy doesn't know how to stay still."
Flynn stared at his boyfriend for a second as Johanna rushed to close the door behind Quinn. "You...you got another cat?" One cat in a dormroom was fine, especially since the inhabitants of Nutford House loved Booster and he had taken to wandering the halls without having to worry about being handed over to the humane society or something.
"Not for me." Quinn said, shaking his head. "My friend Ethan used to work at a vet's office and he just got Johanna a job there, because she wanted to help out. And this little guy...his mother was an alley cat and they say a dog found them. Killed the mother and all the other kittens, but this one hid. The dog hurt his paw a little, but he's alright now. He's been at the vet's office for a month and a half, and Johanna told me about him. They were going to put him in a shelter but he...I guess he sort of reminded me of you a little." Quinn admitted, looking down at the kitten's bright green eyes. "All the odds were against him, but he survived anyway."
"You mean...you...is..is he for me?"
It was Johanna who actually answered Flynn. "If you want him. He's a black cat. They don't do as well in shelters as other cats do. Some people are still a bit superstitious. Even though he's clearly not bad luck, considering he's the one who survived. He's used to people now. He was a bit wild when he came in-"
"Heh..." Exactly like Flynn. Flynn looked up at Quinn again and he put a hand up to his lips. "He's really for me?"
"Who better to take care of him than someone who understands?" Quinn said, a little smile on his face.
Flynn didn't have any words for that. He just held his hands out and Quinn put the little kitten into them. Flynn held the kitten in front of him and the kitten stared at him, green eyes glowing away. But he didn't struggle or squirm. And then Flynn brought the kitten close to his chest, scratching behind his ear, and he smiled. "I'll make sure nothing bad happens to him. I can keep him safe."
"That was our thought." Quinn said, taking a seat beside Flynn as he held his new kitten. "I wanted to get you something because I'm so proud of what you've done. Passing that exam and getting into Uni. Everything with the band and going to help Spectre. You're my hero, Mal, and I didn't know what kind of gift would show you how highly I thought of you...and then Johanna told me about him. And I thought...what better than this little guy to show you how incredible you are? And I think he just might take good care of you too."
Flynn wasn't a crier, but if he was someone did, he would be crying now. Instead he looked over at his boyfriend and then up at Johanna. "Thank you." He whispered. "It's the perfect present. He's perfect."
In Flynn's arms, the little kitten squeezed his eyes closed and he purred lightly, the picture of contentment.