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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A set of brows scrunched as a groan parted from Y/N's lips while she nestled her face against the defrosted bag of previously frozen carrots that had been covering her bruise in her sleep. The crinkling sound wakes her further, starting her morning off irritating. Lethargically, she grabs the bag and shoves it to the opposite side of the bed in a pitiful attempt to toss it off. Groaning at her failure, the woman waves her hand in dismissal before closing her eyes again and setting her fingers upon something soft. Absentmindedly, she plays with the strands of, what she assumed to be, one of the long-haired cats that had invaded her house and, peacefully, went about petting them until she felt an unusually large set of ears within her range. Making a face, Y/N pries opens her eyes one more time to look down at the figure curled up beside her and felt her heart jump into her throat, waking her fully. Lorenzo slept in a beam of sunlight that streamed in from the windows, his tail tucked close to his body as he released soft breaths through parted lips. Though a bit stunned, she eased up a bit and cracked an amused smile at the man.
'Did he shower?' Nearly, she felt tempted to laugh, curious on whether or not he did it because she said something about it yesterday. What a lovely surprise it was. Y/N hopes he'll start picking up cleaner habits soon. It isn't healthy for him to be covered in filth all the time. Being hateful towards water was not a good enough excuse in her books, though she wondered if there was a reason behind that. He was always very adamant about avoiding it. Although, perhaps, that's just the instinct of cat in him? At least, he seemed to be getting more comfortable lately.
Perhaps, she should've stopped petting him, knowing how much he's disliked it in the past, but it was hard not to after he started unconsciously letting out sounds similar to a cat's purr mixed with a soft, human groan. Had he been awake, she would've liked to tease him about it. A feline chirp came from behind her as a light weight jumped onto the mattress before two sets of small feet traveled over her. Y/N looked over at Ginger, who was amused over the scene herself, as she tucked herself under Lorenzo's arm to make herself warm and comfortable.
'That is literally the cutest thing.' Y/N gushed silently over how adorable they were laying together. Ginger looked like a stuffed animal, being tucked under his arm like that. She moves a few strands away from his dark tan face and smiles at the peaceful look he wore.
'I don't think I've ever noticed just how exhausted and tense he looked before. Now, he seems like he's finally been able to relax.' Her admiration was abruptly cut short, however, when the man began to wake up and shift. Quick like a whip, she retracted her hand and pretended to be asleep before his eyes opened, her heart beating fast, which made it difficult to maintain a calm expression. A set of mismatched eyes sleepily gazed up at the woman's face as Lorenzo's head tilted slightly up to view her.
