23.D.4 - Bubble
"Damnit."
This was not good. Not good at all, he thought to himself, as he stared down at the mess. Raking his fingers through his hair, he let out a shaky sigh and groaned.
The heating in the building had gone hay-wire, raising the temperature extraordinarily high. Normally, this wouldn't have been a problem in the slightest; in fact, when he'd received the phone call at work, he'd just shrugged it off. "Cool, now I'll own a sauna," he'd joked into the phone, making his landlord chuckle.
He'd completely forgotten about the damn cat.
His sister was off on a Girl Scout's camping trip and had refused to leave her precious cat, Bubble, all alone at the house at the mercy of Tabitha. "She'll pull his tail and then try to colour him purple and he's not supposed to be purple, Will, he's supposed to be white and anyways if anyone gets to dye him, that would be me and that's just not fair and I don't want him here while she's here," she'd wailed into the phone, causing an inadvertant wince. He'd thought he'd be able to turn her down over the phone as this way he wouldn't have been able to see the puppy dog eyes, the lower lip start to wibble oh so slightly, and those big blue eyes start to slowly well up with tears.
Turns out he has a very vivid imagination.
So he took the cat and let it do its thing. It worked well. The cat claimed the living room as his own, and Will was allowed free roam of the rest of the apartment and it worked beautifully. Too bad the cat, in its attempt to escape the sweltering heat had knocked over some of the Hallowee'een candy he'd secretly managed to steal from his sisters and the heat, plus the cat's claws tearing open some of the packages, had created a lovely chocolate puddle on his beige carpets.
"Damnit, Bubble," he'd cursed as he stripped down to his boxers. The apartment was still warm, the heating wouldn't be fixed until the next day, but if he didn't clean this mess up now, he wouldn't be able to later. He briefly considered using the cat to clean the mess up and had a lovely mental image of returning Bubble like that. "Look Em, he's chocolate covered now. That means I've upped his value." Somehow, he didn't think that would go over well.
Mumbling to himself, he went to the kitchen and fetched his meagre cleaning supplies. Was this karma, getting back at him for stealing candy from children? Probably, but damn if he wasn't already thinking of a way to get his sister back for this. Somehow. Even though it wasn't really her fault --okay it wasn't her fault at all. But isn't that what siblings are for?
This was not good. Not good at all, he thought to himself, as he stared down at the mess. Raking his fingers through his hair, he let out a shaky sigh and groaned.
The heating in the building had gone hay-wire, raising the temperature extraordinarily high. Normally, this wouldn't have been a problem in the slightest; in fact, when he'd received the phone call at work, he'd just shrugged it off. "Cool, now I'll own a sauna," he'd joked into the phone, making his landlord chuckle.
He'd completely forgotten about the damn cat.
His sister was off on a Girl Scout's camping trip and had refused to leave her precious cat, Bubble, all alone at the house at the mercy of Tabitha. "She'll pull his tail and then try to colour him purple and he's not supposed to be purple, Will, he's supposed to be white and anyways if anyone gets to dye him, that would be me and that's just not fair and I don't want him here while she's here," she'd wailed into the phone, causing an inadvertant wince. He'd thought he'd be able to turn her down over the phone as this way he wouldn't have been able to see the puppy dog eyes, the lower lip start to wibble oh so slightly, and those big blue eyes start to slowly well up with tears.
Turns out he has a very vivid imagination.
So he took the cat and let it do its thing. It worked well. The cat claimed the living room as his own, and Will was allowed free roam of the rest of the apartment and it worked beautifully. Too bad the cat, in its attempt to escape the sweltering heat had knocked over some of the Hallowee'een candy he'd secretly managed to steal from his sisters and the heat, plus the cat's claws tearing open some of the packages, had created a lovely chocolate puddle on his beige carpets.
"Damnit, Bubble," he'd cursed as he stripped down to his boxers. The apartment was still warm, the heating wouldn't be fixed until the next day, but if he didn't clean this mess up now, he wouldn't be able to later. He briefly considered using the cat to clean the mess up and had a lovely mental image of returning Bubble like that. "Look Em, he's chocolate covered now. That means I've upped his value." Somehow, he didn't think that would go over well.
Mumbling to himself, he went to the kitchen and fetched his meagre cleaning supplies. Was this karma, getting back at him for stealing candy from children? Probably, but damn if he wasn't already thinking of a way to get his sister back for this. Somehow. Even though it wasn't really her fault --okay it wasn't her fault at all. But isn't that what siblings are for?