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There was some grumbling, and more than a little shifting around as Alex adjusted his brain to accept being awake. It wasn't the easiest task, but was managed eventually. Thick black hair was in a disarray, and it was obvious that last night hadn't been the best. Heavy circles drooped under his onyx eyes, crusties collecting in the corners. He gave a mumble, something about 'yucky', rubbing them away. After a few blinks he looked around his room, going through the usual questions, such as where and why. School dorm room, because he was a naughty boy. Just because he dislikes authority and taunts those who attempt to hold power over him. All this over a few harmless pranks. Sheesh.

The quick survey of the room introduced a new character to this little drama. At first Alex was very confused, thinking that perhaps someone had left a fuzzy pillow in his room, or maybe a really weird looking pair of slippers. He stood, walking cautiously to the ball of fluff, nudging it with his toe. What the... It was alive. Like, breathing. Slippers didn't breathe. It was just something they didn't do. And yet this thing was breathing. For a second Alex was overcome with the urge to run screaming, until he noticed the flicking ears and twitching tail.

Cat. Okay, so there's a cat. Not that bad. At least it's not a pair of zombie slippers. I can deal with a cat as long as... The headmistress. He looked down at the silver tabby, brows furrowing. He liked cats. Any animal, really, but cats the best. They took orders from noone, came and went when they wanted, and didn't smell or drool. Kinda like himself. They could be helpful and also lazy. All in all a good pet for the independent person. Yeah, but the headmistress hates cats. Which sucks, of course. Alex spent a good while racking his brain, trying to figure out what to do with the adorable intruder. Crap. "Uhm, hello, Mr. *censored*cat. Wakey wakey... Rise and shine, daylight in the swamp." ... "Listen, if you don't get up quick I'm gonna start singing the Mr. Tree song, and nobody wants that."

Alex blushed a little, awed by this cat's gall. Falling asleep in his room then acting like there was nothing wrong. Still, he seemed like a sweet enough kitty cat... With a shrug he sat Indian-style, scratching the brave cat behind the ears. "Well, at least you're cute. And hey, since I'm in the habit of breaking rules, I don't see how one more could hurt. Just gotta go out and get some cat food. Look's like you're gonna need a lot. Big kitty." All the tough guy look dropped in seconds, as Alex became absorbed in the cat's fur.

"You're a pretty kitty, yes you are. So fluffy. I love fluffy. Who's a cute kitty cat? You're a cute kitty cat. That's right." He scratched under the tabby's chin, then stroked down his back. For a 'tough guy', he really loved cats. Most people saw dogs as being more macho. But really, unless you trained them to fight (which Alex thought was terrible and should be punishable by making those people fight their own dogs in the same kind of arena and be kept in those same conditions until they died) dogs were just big babies. Cats, on the other hand, were awesome. And so Alex devoted himself to this cat, smiling as he did. Even his voice contained the slightest trace of baby talk.

Alex blushed a little, awed by this cat's gall. Falling asleep in his room then acting like there was nothing wrong. Still, he seemed like a sweet enough kitty cat... With a shrug he sat Indian-style, scratching the brave cat behind the ears. "Well, at least you're cute. And hey, since I'm in the habit of breaking rules, I don't see how one more could hurt. Just gotta go out and get some cat food. Look's like you're gonna need a lot. Big kitty." All the tough guy look dropped in seconds, as Alex became absorbed in the cat's fur.

"You're a pretty kitty, yes you are. So fluffy. I love fluffy. Who's a cute kitty cat? You're a cute kitty cat. That's right." He scratched under the tabby's chin, then stroked down his back. For a 'tough guy', he really loved cats. Most people saw dogs as being more macho. But really, unless you trained them to fight (which Alex thought was terrible and should be punishable by making those people fight their own dogs in the same kind of arena and be kept in those same conditions until they died) dogs were just big babies. Cats, on the other hand, were awesome. And so Alex devoted himself to this cat, smiling as he did. Even his voice contained the slightest trace of baby talk.

     The sandy colored she-cat woke with a start as the young male began to talk. Her ears went flat against her skull when she heard the guy say he had to get rid of her. She slowly backed away from the male, trying to put as much distance betweet them. Her small heart was pounding in her chest as she looked for means of excape. All of the windows were closed and so was the door.
     Since there was no where to run she searched for a place to hide. Her eyes scanned the room and stopped at the space between the dresser and the floor, just enough space for a small cat to hide. She darted across the room and under the dresser, her eyes narrowed.

Alex's smile widened with each p*censored*ing moment. "And so affectionate. You're definitely a keeper, Mr. Kittycat. That means that you need a name. I'll have to think about that. But I have some ground rules to set down." Pausing he looked around the room, checking the closed door. "I can't be all lovey-dovey when there are guys around. See, I have an act to keep up. If they start thinking for one second that I'm even a little soft, they'll take advantage of it. Maybe even try 'n use you to hurt me. That's not gonna happen. So keep all the warm fuzzies on the down-low when boys are in here. That way I can keep you. Also, my clothing is not a bed. Can't have cat hair all over everything. Keep to that and we'll be fine."

When the cat rolled over onto his tummy Alex felt his heart melt, and he sighed. Keeping up the act was gonna be harder than he'd thought. And then the tabby started kneading his chest. Biting his lip to gain control of himself (so as not to squee most unmanishly) he shook his head. "Now now, that's quite enough..." Despite the words he smiled, making no move to stop the tom. "You have the prettiest eyes, Mr. Kittycat."