Stray cats have a tendency of following people around when they want something, so when a pretty bird named Y/N flies into Lorenzo's life, he can't help but jump at the chance to use her. What he doesn't realize is that she knows how to play his gam...
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"There, see? Was that so bad?" I ask while drying the cat-man's wet hair with a towel. The male grumbles under his breath, but didn't respond to my question— Not that I expected him to anyways. His hand swats away my own so that he can dry his own hair while side-eyeing me with a wicked glare that I smile smugly at. I leave him be and walk up to the nearest window before moving aside the curtain to check on the storm outside. I sigh at the sight of rain pounding mercilessly against the ground, forming a lot of deep puddles on the lawn. It showed no sign of stopping, which is a shame. I was really hoping to send my unwanted guests back to the street. Honestly, he has some nerve walking in like he owns the place. This is my house, not his.
"Wow. It's really coming down outside," I say to myself while releasing the curtain, allowing it to sway back into place. By this point, the stray cats had all found a place to nap after they had their fill of the food I gave them. Sadly, it looks as though another shopping trip is in order. I seat myself beside the strange, catlike creature on the couch and pick up my cup off the coffee table before having a sip of the water inside. My eyes yearned to shut, so I imagine it's getting late, not to mention I probably used up all my energy trying to get that son of a bitch into the bath. He really is a nuisance. My face still stings from when he scratched me.
'Whatishisnameanyways?Idon'tthinkhe'stoldme,' I realize while rubbing the marks he had left on my cheek from his nails and turn my head towards him. "Hey?" His eyes narrow, though his gaze stays straight ahead, as he stops drying his hair, leaving the towel to drape over his head.
"Now what? You want to paint my nails while you're at it?" His upper lip twitches in anger, and he sounded pretty ticked off. I was confused by his words though. He sounded so serious.
'Paint his nails? Is his sarcasm that good, or is he being serious? I can't tell. If anything, I'd rather he cut those damn murder weapons short.' Again, I rub at the marks on my face and shake my head, deciding to keep that desire to myself.
"Uh, no. I just wanted to ask what your name is. You never told me, and I figure this won't be the last time you break into my house," I say lightheartedly to ease the tension, even though that is something I'm still peeved about. The man's eyes soften slightly, but he seems reluctant to answer.
"You can't shorten it, okay? My name is the way it is." Again, I'm left confused by his words, but whatever. I nod and wait for him to tell me. The man sighs before facing me. "Lorenzo." Ever so slightly, the corners of my lips turn upwards.
