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May 05, 2011 02:03

Characters: Famine and Pestilence
Date/Time: Thursday evening
Location: Their apartment
Rating: Lowish?
Warnings: Too much cute.
Summary: Pestilence brings home a kitten.

( Better a kitten than a horse. )

pestilence, famine

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eatasam May 5 2011, 12:00:22 UTC

The initial reaction was silence. A slow stare as green eyes went from crippled horseman to another set of blinking green eyes. It was a blob of dark fur, on their bed. A very cute blob of dark fur, if Famine was one to be affected by levels of cuteness. In fact, it was so black it literally looked like a shapeless dustball with eyes, and he could not for the life of him understand why it was there, strange and foreign and looking like it needed to meow.

He finally glanced back up at his brother. "I wasn't aware that we'd suddenly become an animal shelter."

The prospect of Pestilence having brought it home for them to keep went right over his head. They already had a dog. Famine's dog, really, but he was a shared asset.

yourbane May 5 2011, 23:00:22 UTC

"I took you in, didn't I?" Pestilence retorted, but a tease rode the undercurrents of his voice. The horseman eased back in his chair and tugged his scarf loose. Those green feline eyes caught the movement and fixed on the frayed threads at the end. Smirking a touch, Pestilence unwound the scarf and dangled it above the kitten.

As the furry creature batted its paws at the scarf, he asked, "Beast won't attack it, will he?"

eatasam May 5 2011, 23:15:14 UTC

It would have been so easy to reply with a rude finger to that first comment, but instead Famine ignored it, choosing to close up his overheating laptop and set it aside. He drew his legs up to his chin, resting it upon one bony kneecap. "Beast could swallow it in one mouthful if he wanted to," came his murmured reveal as he raked another gaze over the kitten. Then the scarf. Then Pestilence.

"How sure are you that I won't attack it?" Or vice versa. Not that he was frightened of a tiny cat. It looked extremely easy to step on.

yourbane May 5 2011, 23:39:13 UTC

Dark eyes flicked sideways, meeting his brother's gaze. "She has your eyes," Pestilence replied, his smirk not fading in the slightest. "I was thinking of naming her after you," he added, tossing the scarf at Famine. The kitten practically tripped over her own paws to pounce her new toy.

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