Scott was concerned.
Vincent was being too quiet. He had come home and slammed the door shut before sitting on the couch and burying his face into his hands. Fear scent radiated off of him. A red color that Scott could only guess was blood stained his clothes. The cat stayed away from Vincent for an hour or two, watching him sit idly, barely moving at all.
Soon, the cat stood and started padding toward him. He leapt up onto the couch and tried to comfort his owner by nuzzling his face into his arm.
"Don't touch me," Vincent hissed, gently pushing the tom away from him.
Scott, startled by the usually kind owner's act, stood still beside him for a couple heartbeats before trying again, this time laying on his lap.
"I said don't fucking touch me!" Scott squeaked out a yelp when Vincent forcefully shoved him off the couch. His tail nearly twice it's size, Scott ran across the room, his ears flat in alarm. Vincent covered his eyes, and Scott heard him moan softly to himself, as if he were crying. Silently, Scott slowly left the room, not wanting to anger his owner any more than he already did.
((Angst?))
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Kitten Love (Purplephone)
FanfictionShort one-shots about a jealous kitten named Scott, a stupid owner named Vincent, and an annoying intruder named Adam. Aka, two gay nerds and their cat.
