"While I'm happy that you're happy, my love, I am not pleased with the... new addition to our household."
Neuvillette's voice rang throughout the room, the tone much different from its usual soothing lilt.
"Oh, come on. It's a kitten. And besides, I get lonely when you work long hours." You told him, holding the kitten up to his face.
He sighed, shaking his head. "Fine, but the kitten is your responsibility." He murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
The first week was a nightmare for him. The kitten, which you'd called 'soufflé', ("ridiculous," he'd said when you told him, but his tone lacked any heat), would do nothing but dig its tiny claws into his coat, his furniture — anything.
It was frustrating until he saw the soft smile on your face as you laid out on your shared bed, head balanced on your hand with the other playing with the kitten.
Suddenly, he didn't hate the kitten so much. That isn't to say he was fond of it, but... he was accepting of its presence in the house.
Then, the seemingly impossible happened.
At some point, Soufflé stopped following you around, instead choosing to follow Neuvillette. The man got more and more comfortable with the cat until—
"What, in Furina's name, is this?" You ask one cloudy evening.
There he is. Neuvillette, in all his glory, lounging with Soufflé laid across his chest.
"I think he likes me. He's very sweet, actually."
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