At the pound
Word Count: 100
“I can’t” he whined - a tone I’d never thought to hear from Heero. He sneezed again.
“Just look at this cute little grey one...” I picked the little fellow up and tried to transfer it to him, but he backed off.
“What’s with you, Heero?” Then I realized, “... Are you allergic to cats?”
“No. I don’t know,” Another sneeze, “Yes, actually.” He blinked, hand over mouth.
I sighed, “Babe, why are we at the pound if you’re allergic...”
“If it makes you happy,” he smiled, “I can live with sneezing.”
That was when I decided to keep Heero instead.