"Big Bro- listen- listen- this is like- of the utmost importance and I need you to hear me out and give me your support a hundred percent, a- okay? Can I have a cute little kitty witty?! Lola's got one and it's so cute and i'm so jealous! Come on, man- please please- puuuhhhh leaseeeeee!" Even flashes him the baby bro e yes.- The-Divester
Here we go again.
Cue one tired big bro sigh. “Dive, we’ve talked about this. It’s not that I don’t trust you. I know you’re very responsible when it comes to these things, and can be trusted with a pet.”
Time to put on the parent pants, Wildwing folded his arms and gave his brother a stern look in hopes he’d understand.
“But, the Pond is no place for a kitten. Aside from it being far too cold for such a small creature, you have to consider what you’d do when we have a game, or practice, or most of all whenever we have to go face an enemy. Unsupervised, a kitten could get into a lot of trouble around the base. Not to mention with how large it is there’s the concern of the little guy getting lost or stuck somewhere and we might not be able to find it.”
He places both large hands on his little brother’s shoulders.
“It’s not you I don’t trust, baby bro. It’s the little fuzzball. I don’t think the base is any place for a pet.”
