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Cat Gray (sadly)

Cat Gray

The day was bright, the weather humid.

A cat boy pulled out an old fashioned sign reading "Meow." Was this cat mute? Can this cat speak? Maybe so, maybe no.

The catboy was a monochromatic color, barely colorful except for his highlighter yellow eye whites that pierces who dare stare at him. The catboy had a moustache, a thin 2 lines on top of his mouth.

Suddenly, the stubborn catboy was swiped up and held by a jester, a chronically online jester who goes by the name 'Chester.' He was something else, to be honest.

Gray hissed, tears flowing as he felt unprotected by his caretaker, that darned jester. Gray expected up most protection, though he did get it, Chester was busy, busy with his shared shop with Mandy.

Gray nuzzled close, his ears falling back as his tail puffed out. The catboy pulled out another one of those old fashioned wooden sign reading "How desvistating."

He purred into oblivion as Chester sat down on the couch, his face in his signature smirk of pride, Gray was too used to this face.

Gray sat beside him, sighing silently, but Chester could tell he was sighing.

"Douche, what's up?" Chester chuckled, nudging the monochromatic man playfully.

Gray rolled his eyes, miming what was bothering him so. Chester nodded, not actually understanding much but wanted to be somewhat supportive for the fella who was pissed.

Chester nodded at whatever Gray complained about, patting his cat ears softly.

"Yeah, man. #suckstosuck" exclaimed Chester, giggling hysterically at his own joke. Gray replied with a hiss.

"Man, man, okay." Chester pulled his hands out defensively as he moved back to stroking Gray's soft ears.

Okay why the fuck did I write this it's like 5am what the fuck