𝙽𝙾. 𝟹 𝙰𝙽𝙳𝚁𝙴𝚆 𝙼𝙸𝙽𝚈𝙰𝚁𝙳. warnsyou
he could feel andrew’s irritation growing by the second, but neil was willing to stay his ground where he could. he’d taken andrew’s car of course, with andrew knowing, but he hadn’t anticipated a run in with a litter of kittens he hadn’t quite been able to leave behind to their own devices. had the end of the year messed him up that badly, that he’d developed a conscious big enough to fit five runts into with himself? with a faltering sigh he began to explain himself, or at least try to. ⍘ yours, but … everything’s fine. it’s not scratched. ⍘ he could try his luck in the kitchen, but neil knew he’d be sentenced to exile if anything had happened to the car. right about now, though, he was sure andrew was picturing some way to get away with throwing neil into the traffic.
as andrew chided him out of his wits, neil brushed the back of his head and raised his brows in mock surprise. ⍘ honestly, i don’t know what you just said. i stopped hearing you after ‘functionality’. ⍘ but it was too late for andrew to grab for him with a kitten safely held against his chest, and neil knew it, hence the grin splitting his face as he rubbed the top of the kitten’s small head. ⍘ it’s the pinched face it’s got. the pink nose. the claws, maybe. i’m not lying about that at least. so we can keep them? ⍘ he ducked his head down close and quick, pressing a kiss to andrew’s cheek before retreating with a flutter of amusement. ⍘ for now? ⍘
ANDREW DOESN’T BELIEVE A WORD OUT OF NEIL’S MOUTH. on one had the blonde knew neil had learned his lesson about lying to andrew ( or rather, stretching the truth an uncomfortable amount ) and he couldn’t recall the last time neil had told him a blatant lie. but he had a very hard time believing that these little demons with fur hadn’t scratched up the leather of his car. or worse. make it smell like cat piss. andrew briefly realizes that if neil was anyone else and tried to pull that stunt they would already have a knife to their throat. it wouldn’t matter if they attempted to use to fluff balls as a buffer. then again, that was why neil was the only other person that had the keys to his car. ❝ if I find a single fucking scratch in there, I will find a way to make you pay. that’s a threat and a promise, josten ❞ even if it’s an empty-ish promise. he knew he’d react to the scratches but his words were deeper than what he’d actually do to neil. he’d probably just attempt to suffocate him with a pillow.
neil’s raised eyebrow with the mock surprised made andrew wonder if he should have a more violent reply. the corner of his lips twitch up in a rare half smile. ❝ I can’t wait to kill you and frame kevin for your death. I think it’ll be my greatest accomplishment. ❞ the rare half smile shifts into a slight scowl as he looked down at the ball of fluff currently between his fingers. his fingers twitch to gently pet the animal along its spine. he shifts it slightly to look at the face they apparently shared but the small animal gave a quiet meow at the movement. ❝ I don’t have a pinched face ❞ is all andrew manages to bite back. he couldn’t deny the pink nose or the claws. he wouldn’t mind having claws. ❝ fine. but you’re finding a home for them, idiot. ❞ andrew attempts to kick his leg out to hit neil’s shin when he moved close to kiss his cheek but the motherfucker was too fast. he can’t believe he was agreeing to have kittens in the house. at least it was kevin’s lunch they ruined. not his.
