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"Mmm... What time is it?" You grumbled, stretching leisurely. Unfortunately you'd forgotten about the cat in your arms, and he instantly awoke as you kind of crushed him a little.

He woke up flailing wildly, and you earned a few scratches from the incident before he instantly straightened up, looked right at you, and fled.

"You are so weird," You muttered, rubbing your practically mutilated arm and going back to sleep. You'd call your friends later. And maybe buy some cat toys and shit from the store down the street.

Not to mention Neosporin. And some Band-Aids.

*the next day*

"Aw, he's... Adorable, (Y/N)." One of your friends was currently trying to get Dagur to come out from under the bed. As soon as he'd realized that your friends were a... Cuddly bunch, he'd gone into hiding.

"(Y/N), if that cat doesn't get out here and let me love it, I swear to God I'll drag it out by its whiskers!" Your other friend huffed.

"Gods," You corrected. "And he doesn't like cuddling. Unless it's with me. Because he loves me. So there." You stuck your tongue out at them childishly. They rolled their eyes.

"KITTAAY!" The first friend wailed, reaching as far under the bed as she could go before he retreated farther back. She promptly started to crawl in after him.

"NO!" You shouted, jumping to grab her by the ankles. The second friend caught a hold of the opposite leg and you both began pulling her back out.

"IT'S NOT WORTH IT!"

"THINK OF THE FACE SCRATCHES!"

"WORSE! THINK OF WHAT (Y/N) COULD'VE PUT DOWN THERE!"

"OH, EW! Blood, guts, and the sunken remains of the Titanic!" And she allowed herself to be hauled out. Then you all sat back against the bed, panting, and started to laugh.

"It's not... It's not THAT bad under there!"

"Please... I think I saw Atlantis!"

"And Amelia Earhart!"

"Oh, shut up! Both of you!"

From under the bed, Dagur cocked his head to the side and listened.


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