"It's not my cat"
James knew that. He didn't have a cat- jeez, he only let it in the house because it looked hungry.
It wasn't his fault he liked cats.
And that its owner probably sucked. Like, really sucked. Who wouldn't feed a cat?
Half a hotdog probably wasn't the healthiest thing, but hey, the cat enjoyed it.
"What's the harm in that?"
This is what he would have said if he wasn't rudely interrupted by a smash from the nearby window, and a well... Thing flopping clumsily to the ground.
It was a human.
James proceeded to equip the closest weapon to him-
The cat. And then put it down affectionally, grabbing a chair instead. The human sat up, grinning. The appearance of this human was... Odd. A grin plastered on his face, black curly hair, some sort of hat.. (Was that a fedora?) a plain black shirt and jeans. Oh. And a blue checkered scarf. His expression was happy, whereas James' was terrified.
"What the heck- what are you doing, who are you!-"
"Wait. Ah ah. Hush. One question at a time. I'm Marcos, nice house- oh and I'm going to kill you, smile for the pictur-"
James lobbed the chair straight at Marcos, who let out a screech and ducked, scampering through the house and hiding under a kitchen table-
"Yeah don't ask. I think the dude was confused or something."
"Maybe that was his cat and he wanted to kill me cause he thought I stole it. I mean, I wouldn't steal someone's cat, but that cat was pretty cute."
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~Insomniac Friends~
فكاهةWhen a 21 year old happy-go-lucky murderer named Marcos meets James, the game designer, it seems that a very unlikely friendship is made. James has to put up with this, much to his dismay. But hey, he can't be too bad, right? ...oh.
