by Hex
Word Count: 501
Written for a drabble request by Raletha.
"I thought you might like the company."
It was the only explanation Quatre offered. The warmth in his hands, the low noise that declared happiness and contentment. Trowa felt helpless for a moment. He wasn't prepared for this; he lacked the supplies. Trowa wasn't equipped for a pet, a kitten, at all.
Trowa held the kitten gingerly in his cupped hands and cradled the animal to his chest. It had settled as soon as he had picked it up. The kitten liked him, that much was obvious, and Trowa couldn't help but become instantly attached to anything that would so shamelessly love him without thought.
Trowa watched Quatre grin at him. That smug, knowing grin that said Trowa had reacted exactly the way Quatre thought he would. Trowa never would have considered himself predictable or easily read but Quatre was persistent; and conniving. Trowa gave him a dull glare as the blond took two bags of supplies, what was obviously kitty litter, a litter box and food, from the hallway and dropped them into his front hall. Trowa absently scratched at the kitten's chin. Soft paws snagged his finger and sharp teeth bit down in his fingertip.
"None of that now," Quatre chided, "He doesn't like it when people scratched him under the chin. He likes this though."
Quatre rubbed the kitten's brow and then dragged the finger down to its nose and back up. The biting immediately stopped and the purring doubled in volume.
"And he likes this."
Quatre scratched the kitten behind its ears. Grey ears flicked and an eye popped open for a minute before closing again.
Trowa watched the way Quatre's expression softened as he pet the kitten. Quatre already knew two weaknesses that he could exploit with the kitten. Trowa wondered how many of his own weakness he knew of and when he would exploit them. Trowa knew he was being romanced; slowly but surely Quatre was trying to gain ground, trying to find way to wedge himself into Trowa's life.
Trowa began scratching the kitten behind the ears, making sure he brushed his fingers against Quatre's. Quatre didn't gasp in surprise, blush or pulled his hand away sharply as if embarrassed but he paused, and it gave Trowa a small thrill. Trowa had his own way and his own methods in the courtship game and he knew he was winning out over Quatre. Taunting the blond into acting before he felt wholly secure. Teasing Quatre into revealing himself while real risk was still involved.
"What will you name her?"
"Kismet."
Quatre blinked owlishly for a moment. Trowa turned his gaze back to his kitten. He didn't want to look smug.
"Will you help me set up her litter box and food?"
"Of course."
Quatre smiled at him. Trowa gave the kitten a kiss on top of the head. They each grabbed a bag and headed towards the bathroom without a word. It was after all, the most logical place for the litter box in Trowa's apartment.
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