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When; October 26th
Rating; PG-13 for zombies and crazy teenage dating.
Characters; R and Julie
Summary; Julie has a birthday. R brings her a present. Spoiler. It's a kitten.

There was a kitten in R's arms. He'd found it. That was pretty easy to understand. What he couldn't understand was why it had decided to firmly attach itself ot him, running its way around his shoulders and burrowing itself in its hoody before peeking out from inside the warmth of the coat. Were cats supposed to act like this? He couldn't remember the last time he'd seen one, actually.

Maybe Julie would know. He walked toward the house they shared, already turning over the question he would ask her.

I found a kitten. Is it supposed to like me?

I found a kitten. Should it hide in my hoodie?

I found a kitten. I think it wants to keep me.

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Julie was in their suite, studying a book on engines she'd bought earlier that day. She was trying to destress and not pay attention to the date, even though it was an important one.

It was her birthday, and so far everything about it had sucked. Except for the pistol she got from John. That thing was awesome.

It was hidden in her sock drawer, along with a small box of ammunition in case the Boneys returned or shit continued to get weird around here.

When R returned to their suite, she closed her book and stood to greet him only to stop at the faint 'mew' she heard.

"What was that?"

And then she spotted the kitten and practically squeaked. "Oh, my God. R! Where did you find a cat?"

Instantly enamored with the kitten. She wanted to reach for it but it seemed to enjoy being inside R's arms and a part of Julie couldn't blame it.

Her right hand reached out to scratch the kitten between the ears, her left arm hanging by her side with her wrist wrapped in a cast.

"I've never seen a kitten that friendly before."

Most of the ones back home were either feral or just afraid.

It made a small noise, then seemed to scramble up R's shoulder - back into his hood. It didn't care that he was still wearing the hood. It was warm and slightly swingy, like a hammock. And from there, the kitten could poke its head out and stare with big eyes. `

It stuck its paw out at her, and batted.

Julie laughed then, a grin on her face as she looks from R to the kitten.

"I think it's trying to keep you, R."

Another thing she can't really blame the kitten for.

"Do you mind if I get the kitten out of there? I want to get a good look." And snuggle the kitten. That's also something she wants.

"It bites..." It's a warning, not a protest. It doesn't even really bite, much. Just tends to latch on and nom. Nibble. Grip. Run away from its terrible little claws.

Or. Don't.

Really don't.

Get it out of his hood?

Julie is fearless in the face of such precious danger. She reaches for the kitten, carefully extracting him from R's hoodie. This brings her a few steps closer to R, but she doesn't mind his proximity at all. This isn't a big deal for her.

The kitten protests for a second before doing a sort of boneless flop in Julie's hands.

She's a bit warmer than the other human. The kitten likes warmer.

Julie holds the kitten close, one hand supporting it's back legs.

"Can we keep her?"

She's never had a pet before.

[Keep her? Is that what you do with pets? It's been a long time sinec R looked at meat as anything but flesh. He wonders if he used to have a pet?]

Keep her. [Was he ac at person? He wishes he could remember. Julie likes cats, though. IT's... small. And innocent. And fierce. She wonders if Julie's a cat...]

"Yeah. Keep her. Take care of her. Make her ours and keep her safe."

Jules is not a cat. She was for a weekend, but that was temporary.

Edited 2013-12-08 00:00 (UTC)

The metaphor seems right, though. Cute. Innocent. Fierce. Maybe it's better for his Julie than this broken, hurt version - not that he knows there's actually any difference... the shift between universes is minor enough, on the surface, that it's all just Julie to him.

Beautiful. Wonderful. Julie. Who he isn't convinced isn't a cat.

"Keep her..." he nods. "What does... she. Eat?"

"We can go to the pet store and buy her food. And when the animal shelter opens up, we can get her checked out. Make sure she's healthy."

Julie cuddles the kitten close, letting the kitten sniff and paw at her cheek. She was a precious thing and Julie loved her already.

"So we're keeping her?"

"Ours," he agreed, staring at the cat. A pet. Their pet. They were now people who had pets, apparently? What sort of people had pets....? Friends? Or...?

Pets.

"Cat food...?" What is cat food made of? Not brains, right?

Unidentifiable stuff. Julie'll be reading cat food labels carefully.

"Yep. Ours." She holds the cat up at eye level, the cat hanging in her hands like she gives up. This human has her. She may as well just accept it.

"She looks like a paintbrush I have back home. Colorful." A pause. "That's her name. Paintbrush." She looks at R with a smirk. "Mostly because I want you to try a challenging word."

What a brat.

"P...." No. It's not happening. He can't say it. Not even Paint. Maybe tomorrow. It's sort of intimidating.

Maybe he should just poke the cat. Maybe he should just poke it on the stomach. Tickle it a little. He seems to remember that being something cats like....

He reaches out slowly, gently touching the stomach. He strokes the fur, remembering that he should go along the grain. His eyes are more on Julie's, though, than the cat... he's hoping he's doing this right.

Edited 2013-12-13 13:18 (UTC)

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