Day 11: Animal ears

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It's too early in the morning I can barely think, but my mind clears from it's foggyness as Luke wanders into the kitchen where I'm sat munching on some toast.

"What on earth are those?" I ask.

The surprise must be visible in my face as I can see his smirk in his head, even if he doesn't show it on his.

"What are what?" He monotones.

He grabs a slice of bread and starts buttering it for his breakfast, completely ignoring the situation.

"The ears. You have four ears." I say, probably sounding shocked, but wouldn't anyone be?

He looks up for a moment, just long enough to catch my eye before returning to his bread.

"Now I've heard the term four-eyes, but four ears, no idea." He says incredulously, as if he doesn't know.

"Luke, you know exactly what I'm talking about, you have kitten ears on your head." I state, the playing around is turning serious now.

"So what if I do?" He says with a single eyebrow arched.

"I'd tell you to come over here."

He prowls over where I'm sat on a barstool at our kitchen top.

"And now?" He stares at me almost challenging me to do something, waiting for the next move.

"You look very cute."

I reach out to stroke the ears and of course I 'accidentally' brush his hair as I do so. Who would pass up an opportunity to touch that soft mop.

He leans into the touch making a contented sound. I need to do this more often.

"You're becoming an actual cat Luke, did I just hear a purr?" I tease.

"Don't be mean, you know I like my hair being stroked like that." He pouts a little, all that does is add to the look and he knows it.

"Come sit down then and I'll carry on," I say, it's for me more than him if I'm being honest, very therapeutic.

"Ok," he squeaks sounding all smol.

He gives in and takes the seat next to me, trying and failing to eat the bread as he relaxes into my side.

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