idk au where they stayed together? dont question me
jcatt is canon
quackity let out a small grunt as a small weight landed on his stomach, waking him up.
he blearily opened his eyes, looking around for the source while becoming suddenly aware of the strange fuzzy feeling in his mouth as the sleep left him.
his tired gaze landed on a small orange being padding at his lap. "hey jambo," he muttered, a hand coming up to pat the kitten's head, "your dad home yet?"
the cat blinked at him lazily before going back to kneading his lower stomach to get comfortable. quackity shrugged, leaning his head back over the arm and rubbing his eyes, "dunno why i expected an answer."
schlatt does this often, quackity's used to it.
used to the late nights, waiting patiently for the man in the living room so he could begrudgingly take care of the reluctant and intoxicated ram before the alcohol and tiredness leads to heated arguments where they refuse to speak to each other for days.
well, quackity doesn't speak out of anger, schlatt out of shame for blowing off on the most important person in his life.
the only one who hasn't left.
it was frustrating though, even if they weren't speaking quackity would always be waiting for schlatt.
either asleep on the couch or reading something, he'd always be there when schlatt got home. always he'd get up and take care of the shit-faced man, sometimes silently, simultaneously pissing the ram the fuck off and guilting him to no ends.
tonight it was later than usual, the moonlight was streaming through the windows of their home as it rested high in the sky, and quackity was getting antsy.
he scooped jambo up in his arms- much to the other's discontent, but he settled down again almost immediately- and made his way to the kitched, where the clock was. he squinted at it in the dark to try and make out the letters, but gave up and turned on the light instead.
3:27 am.
he sighed, turning off the light and heading back to the couch. he kicked one of jambo's toys out of the way with more aggression than needed, his frustration spilling out.
he was careful not to jostle jambo too much as he sat back in his spot, sinking down into the couch and letting go of the half-asleep kitten. he contemplated falling asleep again, but as he draped an arm over his eyes he quickly realized that wasn't happening.
he felt two little paws on his chest. he lifted his head, removing his arm from his eyes to come face to face with jambo. the kitten let out a small mew and quackity lifted the small animal so he could sit up.
he held jambo close to his face and narrowed his eyes. "you dont know where he is do you soup?"
the kitten blinked, before bringing up his little paws and pressing them to the ravenette's cheeks. "...ill take that as a no. at least you dont leave me like he does."
he laid the cat back down on his stomach, deciding he'd just finish a book whilst he waited for schlatt's return.
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quackity looked up at the familiar sound of the doorknob as someone struggled with it. he sighed. itd been maybe an hour? so 4 am.
he looked down at jambo. "your dad's home."
schlatt stumbled into the house right after that, the door hitting the wall with a loud bang and startling the kitten. he jumped off quackity's lap and darted into the dark hallway.
