At the risk of sounding possessive, Jemaine found himself growing considerably more and more antsy whenever Bret left the apartment. The amount of time in which Bret was gone seemed to be at liberty of the time fluctuations and general weirdness and while Jemaine fully understood that Bret being gone for indeterminable hours was expected and quickly becoming the norm, he still became irrationally paranoid and distracted himself in ways that probably served only to make the situation worse
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Jemaine, who had now crossed his arms, sighed in exasperation. But instead of drawing light to the fact that Bret's jumper had (again) meowed, a factor Jemaine figured was pretty obviously because he was breaking a cat into the house, a plan to guilt Bret into telling the truth suddenly hatched and before he could stop himself he was saying: "You know, Bret, Tails wrote a journal entry a few weeks ago advertising free kittens. I was thinking we could get one, maybe, because Gem likes me better than you."
Jemaine paused, already feeling guilty for trying to guilt Bret, and then remembered that Bret was hoarding a stow-away kitten under his jumper and barreled on unsympathetically. "But I didn't want to go ahead and just get it because it's something we should talk about together first. Because that's what people do. They discuss things before going ahead and doing them."
The dirty rag fell from the table and Jemaine, grateful that he hadn't caught it, bent to collect it from the ground.
And it wasn't like he didn't want to talk to Jemaine about getting a cat. He just didn't want Jemaine to say 'no'. So he'd intended to get some practice with in first. At least then he'd have an argument. And then they'd talk.
Maybe he could still sneak away. If Mackenzie (the name just came to him) would stop meowing already. "Shh, Mackenzie," he muttered irritably.
As Jemaine stood again, Bret smiled and shrugged. "Yeah, man? We could get another cat. Sure. I like that idea." Now that he thought of it, he could just volunteer to go get the kitten and bring him back in again (outside of his jumper). That could work. "Do you want me to go pick one up?"
"No, Bret, I don't want you to pick one up." Jemaine rolled his eyes. "You have a cat under your jumper. Take it out before it suffocates." It took Jemaine by surprise how often he was taken by surprise at Bret's inability to follow his intent.
He decided on a more forward approach.
"Bret, what on earth possessed you to get a cat without asking me? You can't just go making decisions without considering what I might think. Not to mention you can't even look after the cat we have." And, as if on cue, Gem launched himself forward and began climbing Jemaine's leg. Jemaine hissed in surprise and grunted as he swung a hand down to pull the cat into his arms. "When was the last time you even cleaned out Gem's litter?"
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And then his jumper meowed again. Bret cleared his throat loudly.
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Jemaine paused, already feeling guilty for trying to guilt Bret, and then remembered that Bret was hoarding a stow-away kitten under his jumper and barreled on unsympathetically. "But I didn't want to go ahead and just get it because it's something we should talk about together first. Because that's what people do. They discuss things before going ahead and doing them."
The dirty rag fell from the table and Jemaine, grateful that he hadn't caught it, bent to collect it from the ground.
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And it wasn't like he didn't want to talk to Jemaine about getting a cat. He just didn't want Jemaine to say 'no'. So he'd intended to get some practice with in first. At least then he'd have an argument. And then they'd talk.
Maybe he could still sneak away. If Mackenzie (the name just came to him) would stop meowing already. "Shh, Mackenzie," he muttered irritably.
As Jemaine stood again, Bret smiled and shrugged. "Yeah, man? We could get another cat. Sure. I like that idea." Now that he thought of it, he could just volunteer to go get the kitten and bring him back in again (outside of his jumper). That could work. "Do you want me to go pick one up?"
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He decided on a more forward approach.
"Bret, what on earth possessed you to get a cat without asking me? You can't just go making decisions without considering what I might think. Not to mention you can't even look after the cat we have." And, as if on cue, Gem launched himself forward and began climbing Jemaine's leg. Jemaine hissed in surprise and grunted as he swung a hand down to pull the cat into his arms. "When was the last time you even cleaned out Gem's litter?"
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