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You passed him in the hall after getting yourself a new cup of coffee, "hey whiskers" you smirked and put more of a hurry in your step to get to your room before he could really react. "....whiskers?" He mutters to himself so confused.
He forgot all about the interaction until you called him mittens. "Need another beer mittens?" He was about to nod before his brow furrowed even deeper, "what?" He grumble for clarification and you just shrugged, "need another beer?" "Oh...yeah thanks" he didn't like how he felt when he saw the small smirk grace your face, he really didn't like how he blushed slightly when your fingers brushed against his.
Your face lit up when he walked in the room, you were just sitting on the couch trying to find a movie to watch but now that he was here you decided bugging him would be so much more fun. "Cmere kitty," you tapped on the cushion next to you on the couch. He scoffed, "I'm not a damn cat." He protested as he sat beside you anyhow, "You sure about that bub?" You asked as you moved your hand to his hair, you wait for a reaction, and when you didn't get any protest, you started twirling his 'cat ears' between your fingers. Thankfully, you were lucky, and it was quiet enough to hear the purr like sound come from his chest as he leaned into your hand. Maybe he didn't hate being your kitty.
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