Room 308, Thursday Morning

[hoorayimrich]

There were kittens all over Tony's laptops. Seriously, there was barely a single spot that a kitten had not taken to sleeping on.

He was just lucky to have his keyboard free to use. For now"Oh, c'mon," Tony muttered, setting one of the cats back onto the floor. "Where are you guys even coming from

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[dollpocalypse]

Topher was fresh from the park, along with his puppy, when he finally made it back to the dorms for the night. His plan was to relax, maybe read a textbook, and possibly have some Doritos for dinner, except that the minute he unlocked his door, his puppy -- Broca, after the neuroscientist -- decided to dart the other way and into the room across the hall instead.

Topher shut his eyes for a moment, took a moment to bang his head against his doorframe just the once, and then turned around and headed toward Tony's room.

"Uh. Did a puppy just run in here?"

[hoorayimrich]

"Just kittens so far," Tony replied, exhaling once he realized who it was at his door.

[dollpocalypse]

"...Sure?" Broca did really like chewing on wires. "'Cause I thought I saw Broca run in--" And what followed was a strangled squawking noise as the aforementioned puppy came up from who-even-knew-where and tried climbing up the inside of Topher's pants. "Okay! Okay. Found him. Aaaallrighty."

[hoorayimrich]

"...there are puppies too?"

[dollpocalypse]

Topher did something not at all ridiculously Hokey-Pokey-esque and managed to dislodge Broca from his leg.

"Yes," he said, still sounding a little strangled as he reached down and picked the dog up before he could get into any trouble. "Such as this one. Say hello, Broca."

Broca yipped.

[hoorayimrich]

Tony glanced down at the dog. "Well, isn't he a smart dog. Cats, say hi."

Nothing moved. Well, one of them started licking themselves, but...

[dollpocalypse]

"Your cats aren't as smart," Topher assessed. "Or they're just jerks. Like Stiles's."

[hoorayimrich]

"They're... aloof." Yeah. That was the word for it. NO, TONY. YOU MAY NOT KEEP THEM ALL.

[dollpocalypse]

"Are they trying to type?"

[hoorayimrich]

"No, they just don't want me to get any work done at all," Tony grumbled, trying to lay back and getting several upset meows as he laid on a few kittens.

[dollpocalypse]

Topher hesitated. "If I let Broca on the bed, they might scamper," he offered. "Or they might try to eat him, but I think probably they'd run."

[hoorayimrich]

"There are a lot more of them..."

[dollpocalypse]

"Yeah, but there's a food chain," Topher countered. "Normally dogs win. Or Stiles said so, anyway. Did you see any of that in China?"

TOPHER.

[hoorayimrich]

Tony stared for a moment. "Dogs eating cats?"

[dollpocalypse]

"Or vice versa," Topher clarified.

[hoorayimrich]

"...no. I can safely say that never happened there."