THE WITCH AND HIS FAMILIAR [TINCAN AU]

CHAPTER 3

After a very fitful sleep, Mean awoke the following morning with a dull ache above his eyes - the kind you get when you're both dehydrated and caffeine-deficient.

But that sensation wasn't what initially woke him up. It was the little tousle of desire swelling in his gut, a yearning for something very specific. But Mean couldn't for the life of him figure out what it was, until...

"Mrow."

He peeked open one of his eyes and there she was, directly in front of his face. The big cat that belonged to the weird young witch. As soon as her purple eyes caught his deep brown ones, Mean recalled her name - Violet.

Impatiently, she meowed at him again, this time bonking his forehead with her own.

Get up! Your witch needs you!

"Ugh, go away kitty, it's too early for life."

"Mroooow." She bonked his forehead again and the swirling in his gut intensified.

Irritated at the prospect of getting up but more so by the cat and the feeling in his stomach, Mean reluctantly threw back the covers of the uncomfortable little futon in the office and swung his legs over, clamoring onto the floor with about as much finesse as a beached dolphin.

"Mwrowww!" Hurry up, you insolent kitten!

"Fine, I'm going, I'm going," Mean grumbled, realizing belatedly that he was talking to a cat. But stranger things had happened recently.

Clad in only the boxers and t-shirt he had slept in, his black hair sticking up all around his head, Mean shuffled down the narrow hallway of the witches cottage toward the kitchen. He rubbed his eyes as the bright sunlight shining through the kitchen windows momentarily blinded him.

Standing at the counter with his back facing him was Plan, the early sunlight streaming around him like an ethereal halo. The golden light illuminated his soft pink hair. He wore a too-baggy white and blue striped shirt, the sleeves stretching past his hands so only his fingertips emerged. And below that, Mean initially mistook Plan for being pantsless, but he was also just wearing his boxer briefs. His eyes lingered on the buttery, tanned skin of the witch's thighs.

"Mean?"'

The rapper snapped back to reality when he realized Plan had turned around and was looking at him with a strange expression.

"Morning," Mean greeted gruffly, shuffling over to the counter. "You need something. What is it."

Plan looked taken aback by this. "I do? You know I need something?"

Mean grunted in the affirmative. "Yeah. Can't figure what it is though so you gotta tell me so I can go back to sleep."

Behind him, Violet meowed haughtily. You're so bad at this.

"Um," Plan picked up a cup of steaming black coffee and Mean's mouth watered. "I was making coffee but realized too late that we were out of milk. I'm sorry to get you out of bed just for milk... I didn't think that would..."

"Ahhh, milk. Seems like you weren't the only one who wanted some," Mean sighed, side-eyeing Violet. "Doesn't matter. I'll run to the store and grab some." He turned around and started towards his room to get his keys when Plan cried out.

"No, wait! Please don't put yourself out like that. I don't even want coffee that bad!" And in the worst show of consideration ever, Plan poured the coffee down the sink. "See?"

Mean could feel his brain turn to mush. He watched the hot, black, life-giving coffee disappear down the drain, his will to live vanishing alongside it.