*waking up from his nap in the clover patch outside, he yawns and stretches, planning on simply wandering around today* *he notices a door open and he goes to investigate* *going through the back door, he spies his monsieur, bleeding out of various crevices per usual* *he hops onto the couch, waiting to see what his monsieur would do about it this time* ~ Le Chatton
[Monsieur is on his phone waiting his doctor friend to pick up.]
[He’s cut as his friend starts yelling at him for calling while they were asleep. Being used to this Monsieur let the doctor scream for a good 5 minutes without a word, holding the phone away from his ear and smiling while he waited.]
I have multiple cuts with glass in them.
[Monsieur’s face paled at whatever his friend said before hanging up. Spotting le Chatton, he waved him over. Kneeling down giving his feline friend’s chin a scratch, he told him how his treatment would go. His voice was slightly shaky but dead serious.]
This is the first time you’ll be around while I’m getting treated. Don’t be alarmed by any... sounds made unless the rest of the family is. They’re used to it and know when they should be concerned.