my boyfriend's a cat

back again

Sniper stood in his van, making coffee in silence. He poured it into his "#1 sniper" mug-

Meow.

And watched as the steam floated up and into the air like a hot cloud-

Meooow.

He blew cold air into the mug, in attempt to cool it down a little-

Meoooow.

Sniper perked up and quickly set the mug down on the table, speed-walking to the door and swinging it open to see that orange, tabby sitting there, looking up at him.

Sniper tilted his head and kneeled down the the runt. "Mate."

The cat meowed.

"What're ye doin here."

The animal rubbed it's head against Sniper's hand. "Meow."

Sniper complied and started to pet the thing. "Y'know yer jus' gon' wake up the same way ye did yesterday."

The cat purred.

He scratched behind the cat's ears. "Yer gon' wake up in m'clothes n'try t'wake me up."

The cat rubbed it's canine against the knucke of Sniper's index finger.

"..Do ye just like comin' 'ere..?"

The cat meowed again. Sniper sighed and picked up the runt. The tabby meowed once more in surprise, as sniper carried him inside the van, closing the door behind him with his foot.

Sniper set the small tabby on the ground and crouched, in an attempt to try and get down to it's level. "bugger."

"meoow."

"you jus' wanted t'be here?"

"meow."

"yeah, s'what I thought."

"meow."

"d'you like m'van er somethin'?"

"meow."

"or... er... d'you like me?"

"meow."

"..oh" sniper pat cat once and stood up. He walked over to his mug of coffee, it seemed cool enough to drink at this point.

---

"snipes."

the words rang in his ears, echoing annoyingly.

"hey, snipes."

a grumble. An annoyed, groggy one.

"snipes? Are you awake?"

A groan.

"...sniper? snipes?"

"what d'you want.."

"finally! You're freakin' awake! Jeez! I feel like I've been standing here yellin' at you for hours--"

"prolly minutes" sniper cut in.

"same thing- and you haven't even budged!"

sniper mentally rolled his eyes and turned to scout, slowly starting to open his eyes. "G'day." scout was wearing his red button-up again, as expected. At least the kid wasn't nude.

"I've been tryna wake you up all day and the only thing ya say is "G'dAy"!?"

"er... yeah..?"

"sheesh!"

"...it wasn't even ru--"

"coulda thanked me for wakin' you up early but noooo you had to only say g'day like the jerk you are."

"I was just saying--"

"I spent all this time wakin' yer lazy ass up for jus' a simple "good day"? Not even "good morning scout, thanks for wakin' me up because i'm super lazy all the time"." he spoke a mile-a-minte, barely even taking breaks to breathe.

"mate it's--"

"not even "good day"! you half assed it just to "g'day"!! You didn't even try!"

"I--"

"all you coulda said was "thanks"!--"

"MATE."

"..huh?"

"I was jus' sayin' good morning, don't need to get all angry."

"I'm not--"

"oh, but you are."

"are not."

"are too."

"are not."

"are too."

"are no--"

"alroight, alroight." sniper sat up and rubbed his eyes. He stretched a little before climbing down the ladder to the bed, hopping down onto the floor and looking down at scout. "why didja even need me up..? coulda slept in. 's ceasefire t'day."

scout gestured to himself, quizzical, yet suprised expression. "clothes?"

"roight, roight." sniper chuckled at himself and walked over to the small table bolted to the floor with his hat and aviators on it, quickly putting them on the bridge of his nose and the top of his head respectively and turning back to the scout. "I'll be back."

"figured." scout rolled his eyes and snickered.

sniper scoffed and walked out of the van without saying anything else.

---

sniper came back to scout bent over rummaging through his drawers.

Sniper was taken aback, what the hell was he doing? Why? When? He dropped the bundle of clothing and snapped, "oi!" he yelled, loud enough that you could practically hear his brown furrowed and his teeth showing animalistically.

the boy jumped and turned around, stumbling onto the drawer, landing on his ass and backing himself to the wall. "I- uh-" the drawer was still handing opn, but it got kicked closed only slightly when he stumbled back.

"what're ye doin!?"

scout hesitated, scared of sniper' reacion. Everything in his head was telling him to act stupid, and maybe he won't be as angry. "... sitting?"

sniper pinched the bridge of his nose, pushing his aviators up in the process. "ugh, bugger.." he was very visibly annoyed, eyebrows furrowed, eyes shut tightly, one hand on his hip the other pinching his nose, and to top it all off his head was facing the floor, almost diaapointedly.

"I-" scout started before sniper cut him off, almost instantly.

"don't bother. Jus' put yer clothes on an' leave." sniper sounded more tired and exasperated than angry by now.

scout nodded shakily and hopped off of the drawer, feet landing softly and quietly against the floor. He mutterd a quiet sorry under his breath before he started to undress sniper's baggy shirt and slip on his own clothes.

---

sniper watched as scout jogged back to the base, sighing in relief to be alone again. Alone. With his thoughts. Alone again. Like always.

maybe he shouldn't have sent the kid out, it would've been nice to hear his rambles, he honestly didn't understand how the rest of the team could hate it. He actually kind of liked to hear the scout go off for hours about random things. Maybe sniper just liked the sound of scout's voice. Or maybe more. Maybe more.