*✦·˚ ( @bluelicns | starter call. )
‘ sneaky little bastard. ’ keith still threads his fingers through the cats dark fur as she eats from the small dish of food. he’d been filling it up outside of his place for a few weeks now. it’s a rare moment of open affection that he shows here though, one reserved usually for instances few and far between. then he’s reminded of his companion and he clears his throat to hide his embarrassment as he straightens up. ‘ ‘m done. let’s just go get food. ’











