Catboy

32: end

Eight months later.
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"Christ," Arin groaned, slamming the last of the cardboard boxes down on the dining table. He took a moment to stretch out the ache in his lower back. "That should be it."

Ky beamed at him from across the table, her body loosely draped over one of the soft leather seats. Arin threw himself down on the seat across from her, sighing as he curled up. "I'm never moving again. Just so you know."

Ky laughed. "Well, hopefully-" she stood up- "you won't have to." She stepped over to him and stood behind his chair, loosely wrapping her arms around his shoulders. "Kae moved out three days ago, but he might be back for some old stuff of his. If someone with a kinda shitty bleach job knocks on the door, that's him."

Arin laughed, glancing up to kiss her. "I'll make note of that."

"Sure you will," she grinned. "Not as if you don't already have a photographic memory."

"Shut up," Arin replied, smiling.

Ky's eyes narrowed. "Make me." She kissed Arin, biting down gently on his bottom lip. He reached up and placed his hands on her jaw, pulling her closer. More.

"Fucking disgusting," they both heard, and jumped apart to see Lloyd and Julian standing in the doorway, holding hands. "Honestly," Lloyd sighed. "Get a room."

Ky flicked her middle finger up at the two of them. "Says you two."

"Wow. That was homophobia," Lloyd deadpanned, shooting Ky a sarcastic glare.

Julian rolled his eyes. "Yep, that's Ky. The most homophobic person I know." He shot Ky and Arin a smile before turning back to Lloyd. "Come on, we helped Arin drag the boxes in. Our job's done. We can go home now."

"Alright, alright," Lloyd said, letting himself be dragged out of the room. "Bye, Arin! See you later. Be good!"

"Shut up," Julian groaned, a smile on his face. He tugged Lloyd's hand again, leading him to the door. "You need to learn to be quiet every once in a while."

"As if," Lloyd retorted. "You're such a dick."

"Fairly certain you don't mind that." Lloyd raised an eyebrow. "Like, 80% of the time. 90? 40?" Lloyd laughed. "Forget it."

"You're cute when you're flustered." He smiled, pulling Julian into a kiss. "So that's, like, 95% of the time."

"Shut the fuck up," Julian replied, but he couldn't hide the bright red blush creeping up the sides of his face. "Are you driving?"

"That depends- do you want to die a fiery death?"

Julian shrugged. "Maybe not today." He pulled the car keys out of his pocket, tossing them into the air and catching them effortlessly. He pushed the door open, the hinges creaking ever so slightly. "After you."

They made their way to the car, hands buried in the pockets of their hoodies. Even though Julian still couldn't feel the cold, he knew better than risking another infection. After all the drama last time, it didn't seem quite worth it. He slid into the driver's seat and slid the key into the ignition.

The car hummed softly as Lloyd strapped himself in, glancing down at the click of the seatbelt buckle. "El hombre come una manzana."

Julian immediately sat up straighter. "Okay, fine."

They'd been playing this game for the past few months. All he had to do was guess correct translations long enough to stress Lloyd out. He hadn't quite got there yet, but he'd been picking up odd words along the way. "The man eats an apple."