"Why don't you make 'em then, since you're the expert."
Bucky glowers at his young companion. (And anyway, so what if Bucky secretly likes it when the cats from outside come in and sleep on his chest? The great thing about cats is they don't care what a human has done in the past. They see him the same as they see everyone else -- a potential bed and personal heater.)
But Rahzel certainly has zero chill (says the pot about the kettle). He picks up the fallen comrade of a pan and sighs; now there's no telling when he'll get to sleep. Oh well, a distraction is a distraction is a distraction. At this point, he'll take anything.
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Bucky glowers at his young companion. (And anyway, so what if Bucky secretly likes it when the cats from outside come in and sleep on his chest? The great thing about cats is they don't care what a human has done in the past. They see him the same as they see everyone else -- a potential bed and personal heater.)
But Rahzel certainly has zero chill (says the pot about the kettle). He picks up the fallen comrade of a pan and sighs; now there's no telling when he'll get to sleep. Oh well, a distraction is a distraction is a distraction. At this point, he'll take anything.
He's had better nights.
"Can't we just get some chips next time?"