The Arms Hotel- Room 614- Tuesday afternoon
So, Adrian temporarily- TEMPORARILY- had custody of a kitten. There was no way on Earth he was keeping it for longer than necessary, but until then things were taken care of. There was food, housekeeping had been promised a very big bonus to deal with that whole litter situation, and aside from that, that should be it, right?
What he hadn't counted on was something like waking up mid-afternoon to something tiny walking across his chest with surprisingly sharp claws. He tried to ignore it, having only been asleep for a couple of hours, but instead it started making some ungodly kittenish noise demanding something or other.
"What?" Adrian asked it, like maybe it would take that as a sign to bring him its empty food dish or give him some clue of why it was yelling at him.
All he got in response was the kitten making the same noise, and then leaping onto the pillow- ow, claws- to cozy up next to his head. This was not going to be a good week.
[Establishy!]
What he hadn't counted on was something like waking up mid-afternoon to something tiny walking across his chest with surprisingly sharp claws. He tried to ignore it, having only been asleep for a couple of hours, but instead it started making some ungodly kittenish noise demanding something or other.
"What?" Adrian asked it, like maybe it would take that as a sign to bring him its empty food dish or give him some clue of why it was yelling at him.
All he got in response was the kitten making the same noise, and then leaping onto the pillow- ow, claws- to cozy up next to his head. This was not going to be a good week.
[Establishy!]