Kent just woke up. It was a long roadie. They got in, he crashed in his bed without unpacking, without even brushing his teeth.
He stumbles out of bed and smashes at his phone to shut up the goddamn alarm. The only reason he remembered to set it was because he did it when they were on the plane.
He thinks he slept on the plane. Probably. He can’t remember.
He wipes the blurriness out of his eyes. At least he took his suit off before collapsing. It’s in a crumpled heap at the foot of the bed. He kicks it out of his way and heads for the shower.
Kent hears something crash and pokes his head out of the water. There’s broken glass all over the fucking floor - it was the glass he keeps handy for brushing his teeth, and so he doesn’t have to cup water out of the faucet with his hand like a fucking heathen. And now it’s in shards all over the tile, and he’s fucking going to have to walk across that in bare feet to get to anything he could use to fucking clean it up. Unless he maybe… uses his towel to… he’s not sure exactly.
How did it even fall off? He keeps it back by the mirror…
Kent looks at his counter. The cat on the counter looks back. Fuck. The cat blinks at him and looks smug as fuck.
He flips the cat off and turns off the shower.
After Kent escapes the death trap of his bathroom, he dries off with a not-terribly-clean towel and pulls on some sweatpants. He snags his phone.
The cat is still on the counter. The glass is still on the floor.
He can’t stop himself from tweeting a photo.
The caption reads: “I don’t have a cat.”
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