Proxima heard laughter from inside, a reaction to Dagwood’s frantic yelling. She cocked her head at all his words, catching a few here and there, because her mind was turning wheels a thousand miles a minute. One could tell she was the more hyper one, especially when they were scratching at her tummy. She wiggled and waggled, absolutely loving the pets, even if Dagwood didn’t think he was doing a great job on her.
She gave him a forgiving chuff sound, wanting to let him know it was all cool between them, and after he finished pets, she sat upright, giving him a big lick, of course avoiding the nose area. He liked Izzy? Genuinely, and not just to go bam bam with her mother. She could tell in his eyes.
Isolabella came looking for Proxima, a big bowl of raw meat in her hands. “Proxima, sweetie? Where are y-” She stopped in her tracks, not believing what she was seeing. “My god, first you’ve fallen, and now you’re-” She shook her head, placing Proxima’s bowl down.
The feline didn’t move, knowing Dagwood was cold, and she didn’t want to eat until he was warm and comfortable. So she stared at Isolabella until she got the idea. “Oh, fine. Fine.” Izzy sighed and mumbled,“As if my day wasn’t already hectic enough…” as she retrieved a blanket, and threw it beside Dagwood’s shivering figure.
Proxima let out a low growl, telling her she needed to actually cover him, so that’s what Isolabella did, cleavage practically right in the guy’s face. When she was standing again, she huffed. “Is that good enough for you, Proxima? Will you eat your food now?”
Proxima let a lil roar out in approval, pulling the bowl to her with a paw, then began to chow down on her meal.
Dagwood looked up from the cat, his teeth instantly ceasing their chattering when the extravagant blonde entered the hallway again.
“Thank you, miss-” He reached for the blanket but it was hard to try and balance holding the ice to his nose and covering himself up. Honestly, he wasn’t expecting her to cover him, but she did, and in her doing so he got a little more of her than his eyes had bargained for...
“I know I said you could stand to be more generous but you didn’t have to practically flash me! With that out of the way, though, it certainly will help heat things up...” he admitted with a thick blush. Dagwood's heart was pure but the rest of him still worked under nature’s rule.
“You must be a truly wonderful person, because these big kitties really admire you, and animals understand people better than other people do, sometimes..." There was wistfulness in his voice, sadness (or something like it) he could not place. Or perhaps just refused to on decorum.
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