He Brings Home a Stray Cat
Request: None, self-indulgent
Note: Not me adding in the sour mood part bc I’ve been salty recently- nuh uh, couldn’t be me
Another note: My official editor is on a family trip so I’m self-editing this week. If you spot any errors, feel free to point them out and I apologize in advance! Also, sorry for the amount of dialogue
You had been in a sour mood recently because of various reasons but the main causes were stress and sleep deprivation. So far, you’ve done your best to stay positive and appear cheerful in front of others but, now you were home and on the couch. This meant you could finally let the down the façade.
Adding to your troubles was the fact that your boyfriend had disappeared earlier. He didn’t mention where but, you assumed it was probably somewhere for work. Heaving a sigh, you looked around the room for something to do. Seeing nothing, you slumped against the sofa and grumbled something incoherent.
A/N: iNsiGniFiCaNt -Me, a Xiao main
Ironically, the world outside your house was nothing but peaceful. Oh how you yearned to be as cheerful as the children playing outside or the birds chirping nearby. Alas, there was nothing to brighten your mood.
As if on cue, you saw Childe enter the living room through the corner of your eye. In his hands was some sort of furry ball that you couldn’t make out. Then, you heard a high pitched mew. Perking up, you turned to confirm your beliefs.
Seeing the tiny kitten he was clutching immediately erased all the negative emotions you held. Something about the sight of your boyfriend carrying something so small and fluffy brought a smile to your face. “So, I take it you like it?” he asked.
“Of course, it’s adorable. What’s their name?” you said as you reached for the kitten. It mewled once again as it rested its paw on the back your hand. At this, your heart melted and you picked it up. The kitten was as soft as a bunny blessed by the god of clouds and you gave it a loose hug.
“I was thinking you should pick,” he said in response.
“Hmm... Tortilla,” you giggled.
“Hehe, it sounds like Tartaglia.”
“What? No it doesn’t,” he said, scowling.
A/N: I was literally so tempted to name the cat Tartacki Majax, also credit to my friend for the idea of “What? Why tortilla?” “bc it sounds like your name” “NO IT DOESNT”
You didn’t respond, instead laughing once more before asking, “Hey Ajax, where’d you find a cat?” The harbinger hummed, “On the streets, don’t worry I didn’t steal them,” he chuckled.
You nodded and returned your gaze to the newly named, Tortilla. The kitten looked up at you with big eyes and you gave it a quick tap on the nose. “Boop!” you whispered.
A/N: A CRICKET APPEARED IN MY ROOM WHILE WRITING THE LAST PARAGRAPH AND I PANICKED, I’M SORRY IF IT’S BAD
