Denric

*shifts uncomfortably, every small sound making ears twitch* damn it all... *claws kneading the blanket absently* what if he tries to take me to a vet?

*shifts restlessly, making quiet distressed noises* Can't stay like this... *silently slides off the couch, slipping into the bathroom quietly without making a sound and pushing the door closed*

*stiffens, listening through the door* shit... *shifts faster, joints popping quietly* hurry hurry...

*that's afternoon when he came home*

*He steps inside, setting his keys on the counter with a soft jingle.* I'm home. *He calls out, his voice a low murmur as he looks around, trying to spot you.*

*there was a shit smell coming from his room*

*settles kitten into the passenger seat, seatbelt clicked across its small frame like a fragile parcel* Hush. The road’s short. *turns the heater’s hum into a lullaby, one hand returning to stroke damp fur until the shivers fade*