[wedne] I was going to finish, but...
I failed miserably today at writing anything that made sense.
Hank dreams about ants crawling all over his skin. For most people, that would be a nightmare, but Hank has never minded the tingly feeling that his favourite insects leave. It's comforting and familiar.
Still, he gets vaguely uncomfortable when the ants start to grow and move up on his body, working their way up his arm and chest until they're doing ... something on his neck. He tips his head to try to see what they're doing
and a rather affronted meow jolts him awake.
Hank stares at the kitten, which is sitting high on his chest, just below his collarbones. The kitten stares back for a moment, then curls its tail around itself and casually turns to lick a paw.
Obviously, it believes that it belongs here.
"Jan?"
His voice quavers just a little bit, even though it oughtn't. It's not like Hank is afraid of the thing on his chest. He's just a little confused. Or a lot confused. Either way, Jan wanders into the room with a smile on her face.
"What's up, Blue Eyes? How was the nap?"
"Fine, but... ah?"
Helplessly, Hank gestures at the kitten and he's momentarily distracted by the way Jan's nose crinkles up when she laughs.
She crawls up on to the bed and kisses him on the forehead, then scratches the little feline's head affectionately.
"Do you really need a reason for kittens?"
"I guess not?"
"Well, there you have it."
Hank dreams about ants crawling all over his skin. For most people, that would be a nightmare, but Hank has never minded the tingly feeling that his favourite insects leave. It's comforting and familiar.
Still, he gets vaguely uncomfortable when the ants start to grow and move up on his body, working their way up his arm and chest until they're doing ... something on his neck. He tips his head to try to see what they're doing
and a rather affronted meow jolts him awake.
Hank stares at the kitten, which is sitting high on his chest, just below his collarbones. The kitten stares back for a moment, then curls its tail around itself and casually turns to lick a paw.
Obviously, it believes that it belongs here.
"Jan?"
His voice quavers just a little bit, even though it oughtn't. It's not like Hank is afraid of the thing on his chest. He's just a little confused. Or a lot confused. Either way, Jan wanders into the room with a smile on her face.
"What's up, Blue Eyes? How was the nap?"
"Fine, but... ah?"
Helplessly, Hank gestures at the kitten and he's momentarily distracted by the way Jan's nose crinkles up when she laughs.
She crawls up on to the bed and kisses him on the forehead, then scratches the little feline's head affectionately.
"Do you really need a reason for kittens?"
"I guess not?"
"Well, there you have it."