Michael watched the screen with extreme concentration, muttering under his breath: “Jump, jump, jump, fall, fall, jump, jump, fa-SHIT!” He yowled as the little red cube he was playing as fell and died. “Fuck!” He hissed at the screen, ears pressed against his head. “I’ll never win this DUMB GODDAMN GAME!” He slammed his controller down angrily and stalked out of the room, tail lashing in fury. As he walked into the kitchen, he was blocked by a very exited bundle of feathers. “Micool! How’s your game going?” Gavin exclaimed. “Shitty.” Michael grumbled, “No wonder it’s called the impossible game- ITS FUCKING IMPOSSIBLE!” Michael shouted, making Gavin jump back. But Gavin wasn’t scared. He let Michael throw his little fit, and watched as he grabbed some milk and stormed back into the other room. Gavin had a great idea, and he knew just how to cheer his boi up. While Michael shut down the Xbox and started watching TV, Gavin walked out the door. He had been practicing flying around the yard and the office for a while now, surely this couldn’t be any different? Gavin spread his wings and started to flap, getting off the ground and gaining altitude quickly. “I’m doing it! Woohoo!” He squealed, soaring through the sky. Gavin kept flapping, looking around below him for the right building. There! There it was! A few blocks away from their house was a small, family-owned dessert shop. Gavin swooped down and laded (not too gracefully) in front of the store. He stopped to catch his breath for a minute, then shook his head. “Micool will worry if I’m gone. Best be getting what I need and going.” He walked in and smiled politely at the woman behind the counter. “‘Ello! I would love a half dozen cookies, please?” The woman smiled and nodded. “Sure thing. What kind?” Gavin tilted his head and thought. “Um… Two double chocolate, two chocolate chip, and two suger cookies.” The woman nodded as she put all of them in a box. “That’ll be $9.50.” Gavin rummaged around in his pockets and managed to find two 5 dollar bills. He got his change and then exited the store. “I’ll have to be more careful this time… Don’t wanna hurt the cookies.” Carefully, Gavin started to flap, managing to make it off the ground with more grace then he ever thought he had in him. He flapped harder, determined to get home quickly. It didn’t take him that long to get back, making a slightly okay landing too. He quietly went back in the front door, and shut it behind him. He pulled off his sneakers and walked into the family room, where Michael was sitting. His ears were still down, and his tail was flicking with annoyance. Gavin slipped over the couch and sat next to Michael. “What the-” Michael exclaimed, but Gavin cut him off. “Micool, I brought cookies!” Michael glanced from the cookies to Gavin, and slowly brought his ears back up to normal. He ruffled his boyfriend’s hair. “Thanks, boi. Now come sit with me.” He said, taking a cookie. Gavin set the box on the side table, grabbing a cookie for himself. He extended his wings and wrapped them around himself and Michael. Michael snuggled deeper into Gavin’s wings. He already finished his cookie, and he was feeling sleepy. “You’re my boi, Micool.” Whispered Gavin, petting Michael’s ears gently. Michael purred softly in response, slowly falling asleep in Gavin’s arms.
