The Shiny Happy Comment Ficathon!

[dollsome]

Winter is coming; daylight is fleeting; for the students among us, end-of-semester hell is just about to rear its ugly head. What better way to combat such woes than with a super-cheerful comment ficathon?

Ergo:

Comments

[nonky]

George found it on the sidewalk outside the house long past when anyone would be looking for a lost pet, mewling at the top of a miniature pair of lungs. He cuddled it into his jacket and scrubbed gently at the kitten's wildly flexible neck - no collar or tags, and not a thing to claim her. It should have been sad, but she was a tiny little living spark, squirming and licking and generally being right charming about it, too.

He assumed it was a girl cat, and didn't want to bother the neighbours by checking right outside. He opened the door to a laugh track and two voices mocking the people on telly; it was a good night for both Annie and Mitchell, evidently. George liked those, he popped popcorn and two out of three of them drank tea until they could nearly burst.

"Hey! George! Come on, we're - what's that?!"

Annie spotted his new fur collar first, came forward with her arms up for the kitten. He caught Mitchell's twisted up expression and head shake, but the ghost was persistent. She spun around with the cat cupped in both hands, cooing at it in nonsense.

"Oh, you're a fine little puffball, aren't you? You're a love," she told it sweetly. "What shall we name him?"

Behind her joyous dance, Mitchell stood up with a fixed calm. He threw his hands up in frustration, and George did the same. It was cold out there, he wasn't going to leave an innocent animal out there to freeze.

"Annie, you can't keep the kitten. What if George eats it?"

Mitchell's serious expression held until Annie spun from one roommate to the other, gaping at George as she cuddled the kitten to her sweater. The smirk on the vampire's face dropped just in time for Annie to switch her attention back to Mitchell.

"It's just one night a month, right, and almost never here! We can both watch out for her, and it'll be fine, right," she asked desperately.

"I don't eat cats, Mitchell! I am very much against eating cats," George breathed with heavy insult.

Annie flitted between wanting to comfort him and trying to let Mitchell see how lovely the kitten was. She settled for dropping the kitten onto a vampire lap and stroking George's arm.

"You know I didn't mean it, George," she told him. "D'you want some tea?"

She walked past a dozen mugs of tea on her way to make more, the canned laughter now feeling solely related to his failed turn at feline good samaritan. George tossed his jacket roughly toward the stairs and tossed himself down next to Mitchell.

"What was that about?! I was saving her from being run down in the street . . . or . . . or from a gang of sadistic boys with - You're putting me on," he accused in a whisper. "You're having fun with calling me a cat eater?"

Mitchell set the kitten in his palm, raising it like art on a pedestal. "Don't take it so hard, I was joking. She's a cute little thing, nuh? I had a cat when I was a kid: Satin. My mother named her."

Annie burst back in with mugs, all smiles and pushy grabs to get the cat back. "Satin is brilliant! It's perfect."

The grey furred-bundle curled almost invisibly into Annie's arms, and they smiled as she petted and praised their new roommate generously.

[scorpiod1]

This is like, pure happiness and cuteness in fanfic form. I wanna bottle it and take it with me. <3__<3

[laeria]

Lovely! Huffy George is my favourite.

[ozmissage]

Awww! This is beyond adorable. :D