Perion, prompt: Finding a cat in an alleyway. That cat turns out to be somewhat grumpy and snobbish, well, for a cat anyway.
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At what point does one really have to admit they’re lonely? Perion can, and does so without argument, especially after what she’s been doing for the last twenty five minutes. Instead of going home like she ought to, she’d sat on the ground making kissy noises at a dark fluffy cat with huge yellow eyes. This cat turned out to be a rather grouchy creature.
Despite his upturned head and changeable attitude she had stayed outside in the cool summer night and attempted to win his favour. He was an awful tease; coming just close enough for her to reach, but swatting at her hands whenever she’d try to pet him, even when he’d lay on his back and wiggle. He was clearly testing her. She’s not quite sure if she passed that test, but after those twenty five minutes were up, she’d said a forlorn goodbye to the fluffy grouch and strode the final two blocks to her home.
She considers herself to be a rather observant person, all things considered, but for the life of her she had not sensed any hint of pursuit as she crossed a street and turned a corner-- but by the time she’s finished climbing the stairs to her door a loud meow sounds from below. Perion raises a brow and looks behind her. There at the bottom of the steps is the fluffy grump, and she can’t help but give an exasperated sigh.
❝ Come on. ❞
Perion motions with her hand, but apparently Grumps needs no more encouragement than that, seeing as he bounds up the stairs and into her apartment so fast he looks like a fuzzy brown blur.