𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄

c h a p t e r_e l e v e n: picky eater

Cooking breakfast, it wasn't in her routine.
Usually it was always protein bars she eats at home and her first meal would be at the restaurant, where Debora and her parents would force feed her food- But now that blanche was around, she is getting a habit of conjuring up a simple meal.

What does that even correlate to Blanche?
He eats canned tuna, supposedly no? Well, you're wrong. He doesn't. Blanche eats whatever she cooks.

Pushing the cat bowl in front of Blanche who's sitting on the kitchen counter. Y/n had scratches that littered all around her arms, they were not deep yet it wasn't a hollow scratch either, whilst trying to get the feline to sit on the ground, her hard work was rather futile seeing as how Blanche was sitting proudly on the table and not on the floor, it was an odd sight to see.

A cat not a regular size sitting on the marble counter;

Picking up the bowl, from the ground. Which was filled with canned cat food, it was the first time he will be eating it, not the meal from the hotel. Hoping that he'd like what brand she picked out for him. As she was about to turn around to start preparing dinner, he was merely staring at the bowl and back at her;

"Blanchie, you gotta eat." Y/n said, putting both her arms in her hips. Whilst having a stare down at the feline who challenged her gaze, Blanche placed his not so small paw on the bowl, slowly pushing it to the side which earned a gasp from Y/n, "You wouldn't dare-

As she was about to stop him, quickly he pushes it to the side, causing the bowl of cat food get thrown on the floor.

That night he ate the dinner Y/n had prepared.

"Breakfast is ready!" She called out to Blanche, waiting for the said cat to emerge from her bedroom, striding ever so slow while eyeing her suspiciously. "Come on man, you've lived here for a month now." She exclaimed before turning to the sink to take the remaining dirty dishes from cooking. Turning to the kitchen table to see the feline starting to eat.

"I won't be joining today Blanche, you eat breakfast on your own." She patted his head softly when he finally took his seat on the counter. The cat looked at her perplexed, which made her chuckle, it seems like he understood her very well. To which she found rather amusing. "Don't worry my love, i will find you a babysitter and i already got a candidate- She paused whilst looking at the time, shutting her phone quickly turning back to blanche.

"So i will be back not even an hour later." She made kissy noises before skipping to the door, locking it behind upon leaving.

Blanche, was left in silence. The scowl on his face slowly lifting up; it has been awhile. Hopping off the counter quickly, he transformed into his human form, it wasn't easy as it used to be, bones cracking and groaning was heard, from the feline form he stood tall upon completing the transformation.

Although he was human, his cat like features are rather obvious, white ears on top his already white hair that reached down to his waist, fluffy tail that gracefully blended with his milky appearance. Blanche was satisfied with his appearance, the only problem is, he was naked.

Caring not of such matter, he began to stretch his stiff joints, taking advantage of the time his owner won't be back in a while. Deciding to abandon the half eaten food on the counter, Blanche started to walk around the house he was in, barely it is a house really but it will make do, for now.

If he could just have the courage to go home, he wouldn't have to live in such, a small space.

Losing himself in thought, he didn't notice how he stood in front of the full length mirror plastered on the living room area, which was not a far walk from the kitchen, Blanche admired his human look, it has been awhile indeed. He has almost forgotten how beautiful of a creature he is. Brushing a strand of hair away from his face, before proceeding to leave, exploring the place he's in once more.

In his human form.

It was a rather different experience when he was on a different form.

He was unaware a lot of time had passed by, until he heard the jingle of keys from outside, quickly putting down the picture frame he was currently holding, running back to the kitchen hoping that he'd be able to change on time;

"I'm home blanchie!" His eyes widened, praying that she won't walk in on him mid transformation, "Blanche?" Y/n emerged inside the kitchen to see half eaten food on the counter however the feline in question was nowhere in sight;

"Blanche?" She called once more, and to her relief he had walked out behind the counter with the same scowl on his face, "There you are." She sighed, placing down the Tupperware that contained freshly baked cookies from the grandmother of the babysitter she found.

"Suzy agreed to watch you when i go to work." Y/n told Blanche, who jumped into the counter to observe the Tupperware, "You want some?" Petting his soft fur softly, "I'm not sure if you're allowed though- Blanche looked at her with a deadpan expression, "You know, like when dogs eat chocolates they die."

'This woman i swear.'

'Does she think my kind is fragile like those mutts?!' Blanche was offended to say the least, huffing, as he turned around to jump down the floor and walking away from Y/n.

"I am sorry Blanche." She jogged whilst chuckling, not taking him seriously. Holding a cookie in front of his face, Blanche looked up at the woman whose crouching down to meet his level, she smiled;

'Good thing you have a cute smile.' He pondered, while nibbling on the chocolate cookie she's holding for him.

- To Be Continued

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