[action] Singles Awareness Day
[Gilbert hadn't seen Liz since the failure of their date. He wasn't too sure if she even wanted to see him despite him being amazing, good-looking, smart and- Gott, who was he kidding, she probably thought he was a drunk loser at this point.
While Francis had promised to have a fantastic brotine date with him, Gilbert was still left with a lot of time before the big shindig at the shop tonight. Which meant that he, Gilbert, was stuck in an apartment with FOUR cats, TWO fish and ONE bird. Luckily enough, the new aquarium they had bought had a cover and Gilbird always stuck on top of his head so the possibility of an accidental eating was pretty low.
So he had a free afternoon. With a gift planned. For a girl who, last time he'd seen, was on a failed kiss.
He watched as the white cat prowled around, sporting a brand-new collar Gilbert had made while the beige one with the brown spots was more than pleased to watch the white one and smack it with a paw when it got too close and they were being so adorable and-
GIRLS JUST HAD TO LIKE KITTENS.
Slamming his hands down on the table (and causing both cats to freak out) Gilbert gathered the beige one in his arms and left the apartment. Putting the cat in the car, he stared at it while it stared back with large, expectant green eyes. The tail flicked towards a cage in the back. "No, I am not putting you a cage." He said, waving a hand and closing the door and hurrying over to the passenger's side.
Cue the worst drive of all time which landed Gilbert with a scratch across his face, arms and fingers but at least he'd arrived at the... gay bar where his crush was living.
Fuck this. This entire thing was going in his journal later.
Picking up the cat, which had calmed down from the madness it had been participating in during the entire car ride, Gilbert placed it in one of the spare cages (WONDERING WHY HE HADN'T USED IT BEFORE) and hurried up the stairs to stand in front of her door.
Now or never.
Poking the doorbell once. twice, and then like the rapid fire of a machine gun, Gilbert quickly turned on his heel and hightailed it the hell out of there.
He really hoped Elizaveta was a cat person.]
While Francis had promised to have a fantastic brotine date with him, Gilbert was still left with a lot of time before the big shindig at the shop tonight. Which meant that he, Gilbert, was stuck in an apartment with FOUR cats, TWO fish and ONE bird. Luckily enough, the new aquarium they had bought had a cover and Gilbird always stuck on top of his head so the possibility of an accidental eating was pretty low.
So he had a free afternoon. With a gift planned. For a girl who, last time he'd seen, was on a failed kiss.
He watched as the white cat prowled around, sporting a brand-new collar Gilbert had made while the beige one with the brown spots was more than pleased to watch the white one and smack it with a paw when it got too close and they were being so adorable and-
GIRLS JUST HAD TO LIKE KITTENS.
Slamming his hands down on the table (and causing both cats to freak out) Gilbert gathered the beige one in his arms and left the apartment. Putting the cat in the car, he stared at it while it stared back with large, expectant green eyes. The tail flicked towards a cage in the back. "No, I am not putting you a cage." He said, waving a hand and closing the door and hurrying over to the passenger's side.
Cue the worst drive of all time which landed Gilbert with a scratch across his face, arms and fingers but at least he'd arrived at the... gay bar where his crush was living.
Fuck this. This entire thing was going in his journal later.
Picking up the cat, which had calmed down from the madness it had been participating in during the entire car ride, Gilbert placed it in one of the spare cages (WONDERING WHY HE HADN'T USED IT BEFORE) and hurried up the stairs to stand in front of her door.
Now or never.
Poking the doorbell once. twice, and then like the rapid fire of a machine gun, Gilbert quickly turned on his heel and hightailed it the hell out of there.
He really hoped Elizaveta was a cat person.]