not human - pruaus

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"Roddy? Roddy! Please. Maybe if you were more specific it would make you feel better. I understand- I want to help you."

"Why would I want help from a fucking cat? It's not like you even know how it feels- you're all new to this shit. You don't know what it means. So just shut the hell up- and don't act like you know what's going on and like you understand. Tch. Like you know how to help."

Every word hit Gilbert in the face one by one. And it was painful. He frowned, speechless. He wanted to cry, or say something back, but he couldn't.

"...If you really feel like this... I'll just leave you alone," he sounded hurt. "Forever."

The taller male sat up and realised what he just said and how painful it could've felt. "Gilbert- I-... It just spilled out I didn't mean it- I swear to God. I didn't mean it, I swear."

Gilbert shook his head in disagreement and got up, beginning to leave the room.

"Hey- Gil- wait! Come back! Please." Roderich called out, as the white-haired  male walked out, slamming the door.

Gilbert grabbed a sweatshirt about his size from the coat rack, slipping it on and went to the Austrain's music room and grabbing a note sheet and writing on the back with a pen that emitted blue ink.

Dear super stingy roddy,
im running away. please don't go looking for me. if i want to come back i will but that is unlikely. if you want me to be happy, let me go.

The small written note was wrote in terrible- and I mean atrocious grammar and spelling. (i spelled the words correctly so you could understand)

He opened the front door and stepped out, wearing boots. This was the first time he went outside, not being a cat. He walked down the sidewalk, trying to find a place to go and chill.

He quickly put his hood up so no one would be suspicious of his ears and his tail was out of his pants, but hidden up in the baggy sweatshirt.

After about a couple hours, he got tired and sat down on a bench, next to a dark-haired man with tan skin next to a blonde that had hair that reached the shoulders, neatly tied up in a ponytail with a ribbon.

Pit. Pat. Pit. Pat. Pit pat. Pitter patter.

It started to rain lightly.

"Ah, shit weather again, Toni. Ha." The blonde smirked, seeming to have a rather, thick French accent.

"Right. Hey- Francis. Look at that ass." The guy who seemed to be Toni pointed subtly to a female who was bending over to grab her keys that looked like she accidentally dropped, as she held a leash to an average sized dog who was sitting obediently. He had beautiful Spanish accent. The way his R's rolled was elegant- and the German thought it was quite attractive.

"Damn, you're right."

Gilbert smiled and let out a small chuckle- he just thought it was funny at how open these men were about having a sexual attraction to a random person that they had just saw on the street.

"Don't you agree?" The Spaniard grinned, turning to Gilbert.

"Yeah- I guess so." He nodded with a small smile.

"Have you seen an assier ass?" Francis chimed in.

"No." That was a true answer by the German. He hasn't been out much.

"Oh- sorry. I don't want to be rude. My name is Antonio- but you can call me Toni. That's Francis. And you are?" A cheerful, friendly smile tugged on Antonio's lips.

"Oh! I'm Gilbert."

"Nice name." Said Francis.

"Thanks."

"Your parents are well at name-giving." Francis smiled.

"I don't have any."

"Oh. I'm sorry... then who did you grow up with- who took care of you?"

"Oh- my owner! His name is Roderich. He's chill... I guess." A frown sprouted on his face as he thought of their previous quarrel.

"Does this guy have some pet-play kink?" Toni whispered to Francis, Gilbert not hearing.

"Dunno. If he did, he could fit in with us." Francis giggled quietly.

A small purr sounded from Gilbert, earning an awkward gaze from Francis and Toni.

.... Did he just purr?

How? What? Why?

"What was that noise?" Toni said a little bit too openly.

"Oh! Me." Gilbert didn't know that he shouldn't be hiding the fact he had some cat traits.

"It sounded like a purr. Are you sure? Cats make that noise, humans don't." Murmured Francis, showing some concern.

"Of course it was me, silly. I'm part cat anyways." Gilbert scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"Well then."

"See- I'll prove it!" Chirped Gil, taking off his hood, revealing two white, fluffy cat ears that twitched every now and then.

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i got too uncomfortable writing about ass and kinks ;-;

oh well- it was bound to happen with the BTT. haha.

should i write a spamano fic?