Crack!fic tennis with Jaxin88 "Poutrage"
The Doctor glared in poutrage at the ginger cat currently stealing Roses attention and affection.
Damn things. He tried to be fluffier than them this time, he really did, but the fuzzy menaces still managed to steal her attention.
And don’t even get him started on all the puppies that got to give her kisses. (Even if they weren’t proper ones.)
That virus that he gave Mickey, to wipe out all mention of himself on the internet? He was lying. It was actually targeted at all fluffy animal pictures. Obviously Mickey forgot to use it, so it’s all his fault, of course.
Oh, bugger. Shes noticed his poutrage.
"What?"
"No, I'm not really a cat person." he lies. "Once you've been threatened by one in a nuns wimple, it kind of takes the joy out of it."
Next time, next time he’ll be more subtle about it.
Oh, blast, has she found another pretty boy? That’s it, here comes the Oncoming Pout.