Know You Wanna Pet It [CLOSED]
WHO: Yue Katou {limboed}, Sakuya Kira {comedawn} and a fluffy, furry little thing
WHAT: He's told him a million times that he doesn't want a pet.
WHERE: Kira & Katou's Mansion, Housing District
WHEN: Day 174, Afternoon
Open the front door. What the fuck, what was all this about anyway? Closing the journal, Katou’s eyes drifted out into the corridor, at the now visible silhouette of what he supposed was the cocky wannabe scholar bastard waiting outside. Jeez. What was up with him anyway? It wasn’t like he had ever asked for anything, let alone a pet. So what if this ‘other Katou’ had had one, so what period.
He couldn’t even fucking take care of anything. He’d probably forget to feed the damn thing a couple of times, or lose it or do something else bad to it. He wasn’t the type of guy who could fawn over something like that. Now Kira had brought home a kitten. And the worst thing about the entire thing was that he couldn’t help being so fucking curious.
Somewhere deep inside he still secretly longed for a pet of his own, ever since he had been a child. It had just been buried under years of bitter denial, of frustration towards his father who had so often claimed that he didn’t need one, that they were useless things anyway, that they needed responsibility, responsibility he obviously didn’t have. And now, with the opportunity within his reach, he wasn’t entirely sure that he could turn away.
Trudging out of the kitchen and down the hall, Katou grabbed the doorknob and opened up. The first thing he saw was Kira’s smiling face, looking sickeningly pleased with himself and then, in his hands, a tiny, thin ball of black and white fluff. It blinked its blue eyes up at him for a moment, tilted its head and meowed. Loudly.
Katou blushed.
“What the fuck is this?” he spat, glowering at Kira - more out of embarrassment than genuine annoyance, trying hard to keep his eyes away from the kitten in his arms. “I told you, I can’t take care of anything. At least not permanently.”
However, somewhere deep, deep down, he knew he wanted to.
WHAT: He's told him a million times that he doesn't want a pet.
WHERE: Kira & Katou's Mansion, Housing District
WHEN: Day 174, Afternoon
Open the front door. What the fuck, what was all this about anyway? Closing the journal, Katou’s eyes drifted out into the corridor, at the now visible silhouette of what he supposed was the cocky wannabe scholar bastard waiting outside. Jeez. What was up with him anyway? It wasn’t like he had ever asked for anything, let alone a pet. So what if this ‘other Katou’ had had one, so what period.
He couldn’t even fucking take care of anything. He’d probably forget to feed the damn thing a couple of times, or lose it or do something else bad to it. He wasn’t the type of guy who could fawn over something like that. Now Kira had brought home a kitten. And the worst thing about the entire thing was that he couldn’t help being so fucking curious.
Somewhere deep inside he still secretly longed for a pet of his own, ever since he had been a child. It had just been buried under years of bitter denial, of frustration towards his father who had so often claimed that he didn’t need one, that they were useless things anyway, that they needed responsibility, responsibility he obviously didn’t have. And now, with the opportunity within his reach, he wasn’t entirely sure that he could turn away.
Trudging out of the kitchen and down the hall, Katou grabbed the doorknob and opened up. The first thing he saw was Kira’s smiling face, looking sickeningly pleased with himself and then, in his hands, a tiny, thin ball of black and white fluff. It blinked its blue eyes up at him for a moment, tilted its head and meowed. Loudly.
Katou blushed.
“What the fuck is this?” he spat, glowering at Kira - more out of embarrassment than genuine annoyance, trying hard to keep his eyes away from the kitten in his arms. “I told you, I can’t take care of anything. At least not permanently.”
However, somewhere deep, deep down, he knew he wanted to.