A drop here, a drop there (a one-shots/snippet book)

Pets and Progression of Relationships (WtNV)

Something light and fluffy (literally) to recover from the feelings last one-shot.

Also, tried to write in present tense, I hope I didn't mess it up!

"–calibrated to be specifically attracted to this unusual and fascinating phenomena. This means that whatever this device is wrapped in will keep coming back no matter how far its pushed unless its blocked or the phenomena is too far away from its sensory boundaries!" Carlos exclaims, waving in his hand a small device that was the size of half of his thumb.

"Interesting!" Cecil replies from where he sits across their booth, hands holding his head up and eyes completely on the scientist in front of him. "Sooo...what are you planning to do with it?"

Carlos blushes and clears his throat. It seems that he had forgotten himself again, though Cecil doesn't seem to mind by the way that he's looking at Carlos.

"Well," He starts a bit shyly. That look always leaves him a bit flustered. "I'm thinking of making a toy for Khoshekh and his kittens. Because, well, floating in a fixed point in space doesn't give much chance for exercise and can cause muscle atrophy. I just thought that, if they had some toys, some very scientific toys, that floats with them and comes to each cat, they can get some exercise."

He can see the way Cecil's eyes light up at the idea and his husband gasps in delight.

"Oh, Carlos, that sounds wonderful!"

Carlos grins. "I still have to look for materials strong enough to survive against claws and poison. And against electricity, too, and lava, just in case, and I may be able to treat leather with..." He starts muttering to himself, completely in science mode, and Cecil can't help but smile at him fondly.

"I'll see if I can find anything," Cecil says.

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A loud sound that is somehow a mixture of a deepened chainsaw noise and the shrieking of the vortex that had appeared last month in the rec center rumbled through the air in the men's bathroom, rattling the windows and stalls.

"Awwwww, he likes it!" Cecil cooes, stroking between the spines of the cat, who makes more of the unholy sound in what Carlos can safely guess as happiness. Khoshekh bats at the toy mouse and purrs (a sound that makes their skeletal systems shake) when it comes back in a different trajectory, and Khoshekh twists in the air to bat it away again before it can sail past him.

Carlos is with one of the half-grown kittens, petting its orange fur with a hand clad in rubber. He smiles over at Cecil while electricity arches through the air from under his hand. "I'm glad. Now they have something to entertain themselves with."

"Well, my interns usually plays with them to make sure they're not bored," says Cecil, now moving to scratch a different kitten who screeches in appreciation. "But this will drastically lower the feline related casualties, and I'll have to search for new interns a bit less often than before."

Carlos hums through the mask he had on. Carefully, he goes down the ladder and leans it against the wall, available for the use of the kitten owners that regularly visit. "I'll have to go now, there are some experiments that needs to be finished at the lab."

Cecil pouts, but gives Khoshekh one last head scratch before tangling his fingers with Carlos'. They exit the building and share a kiss for goodbye, before Carlos goes inside his car.