Dusty "THAT DUMBASS THAT SLEPT WITH COBY" Baker (dusty_storm) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-01-04 01:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-06-28 |
It Followed Me Home, Ma
Who: Dusty and Gareth
When: Sunday evening
Where: Their trailer
Gareth strolled slowly up to the trailer door with a cigarette jutting from his lower lip. It was unlit, but that was only because he hadn't been able to find a lighter on his person while out and about. His free hand scratched mindlessly at the bite mark on his neck -- it itched fiercely -- thanks to the draining he'd gotten from Dusty earlier. It had been a fucked up and crazy day, one that he didn't want to put too much thought into -- lest he remember how Dusty tasted against his tongue, how his throat still ached from the head of the older man's cock striking against the back of it -- and he was exhausted. He slipped quietly into the trailer, swallowing against his sore throat and closing the door behind him. As he did so, he caught movement out of the corner of his eye and he jerked, turning around completely. Dusty was asleep on the couch, snoring contentedly (and why shouldn't he be content? He was full and had gotten the blow job of a life time), and there, curled on his chest, was a tiny kitten. It was spotted with brown and black here and there, and the long tail curled around its tiny pink nose. Gareth's expression was that of someone's who'd never seen a cat before. His blue eyes widened and he took a hesitant step toward Dusty, biting at his lower lip. "Hey D... D. Wake up."
Very slowly, as though dreaming, Dusty opened his eyes a tiny bit, moving just barely at the whispered words meeting his ears. "What," he muttered, barely putting a voice behind it. He'd been passed out most of the day, worn out after the crash, after the blood had settled into him and the events of the day had finally dulled to a quiet buzz rather than the loud roar from earlier. "What you want, man?" The kitten on his chest stretched its front legs and paws, the claws snagging at his chest momentarily.
"D, listen to me." The blonde knelt, whispering, careful not to disturb the kitten. Now that he was closer he could see the tiny creature had several black spots across its nose and lips. His dark blue eyes settled on Dusty's face again, curious but mostly concerned. "There is a small kitten on yer chest." His tone was overtly cautious, as though he were warning his friend that there was a deadly spider on the older man instead of kitten. "Dusty? Where the hell did it come from?"
"Yeah, I know there's a kitten," Dusty said, rolling his eyes as he sat up a bit further. The kitten stumbled and started to fall off of him and he grasped at it, keeping it up on his chest. His hand enveloped most of its small body, gentle to keep it safe. It immediately started purring and he reached to pet it with his free hand, smirking a little. "What's wrong with it?"
Gareth was stunned by how small it was. It was beautiful, bright green eyes and a body so tiny... he couldn't figure out how something could be so tiny. "I mean..." He reached out, running his fingers along the kitten's head, his heart aching. "What if it dies on us D?" All of their pets... none of them had ever survived. They'd gone through two birds, six gold fish, two or three bettas, several anoles and two snakes. Their track record was terrible. "It's so tiny and... I mean, we could... what if we ferget to feed it... where'd it come from?"
Dusty sighed and rolled his eyes, sitting upright to hand the kitten to Gareth. "It ain't gonna die, Gareth. It's a mammal. They're strong as shit. Not like them damn fish you brought home... you know, the ones that tore each other apart and you was like, why'd they do that? and I was like, 'cause that's what they do." He stood up to stretch, reaching up above his head while yawning. Most of the effects of the demon blood had faded away, and Dusty was feeling (relatively) level-headed and even-tempered. "It came from outside. I was out, y'know... after the uh... when we killed those things... last night or whatever. I just found it, y'know... brought it home. Not a big deal."
"Yeah. Okay," Gareth agreed, holding the kitten to his chest. His fingers stroked over it's long and slender back, amazed. "It's almost as soft as yer feathers." The kitten crawled up along his chest, nudging his neck and purring hard. He laughed, his blue eyes squinting as the kitten lifted its head, biting his earlobe. "Oh shit. Dusty. This is fuckin' adorable -- way better n' anya' them fish." The kitten continued to gnaw on his earlobe, making Gareth squirm and laugh a little more. "What'er you callin' it? Like, what's its name?"
"I dunno what its name is, I guess." Dusty shrugged, walking around the room casually. He ran a hand over his smooth head and came back to the couch, seating himself heavily. Sank comfortably into the cushions, Dusty rubbed at the underside of his nose and watched Gareth with the kitten. "Its name is Cat," he declared, louder than he'd meant to say it. "An' if you don't like it, well... too damn bad, Gare. That's what its name is."
"Cat? Sure, why not?" Gareth was smiling, his grin bright and vibrant, childlike as the kitten climbed across his shoulders and batted at his growing locks. "It fits him. Hey Cat." He laughed and lifted the kitten up, holding its tiny body above him, bumping their noses together briefly. "He likes us D. I think he'll live ferever and ever." He laughed again, loving how the kitten purred, more than happy to have a cat -- a pet. "Thanks fer bringing him home D. He's the shit."
Dusty made a face, pulling up one corner of his mouth as though he were completely perplexed by what Gareth had said. "Dude," he started, sitting forward, "don't insult her like that. She's not a boy. Don't you never pay attention or what?" Dusty shook his head and rolled his eyes. "Cat's a lady. If it were a guy kitten I'd'a called it somethin' more manly. Somethin' like Killer."
"Oh shit! I'm sorry Cat. I didn't even know you was a girl." He stroked under Cat's chin, grinning and looking up at Dusty with absolute adoration. "This is the best thing ever." The cat suddenly twisted, scrambling up Gareth's arm to perch on his shoulder for a moment before launching off to land on Dusty's lap. "We bonafide pet owners now D?"
"Yeah, I guess we is," Dusty said, petting the kitten as she landed on his lap. The tiny claws snagged his jeans as she scrambled up to him, eyes widened and playful. "We need to get her some kitten food and shit, though. I don't got nothin' so far. You should go tomorrow, on account'a I can't really do a lot durin' the day. Make sure you get some food, and some bowls and litter for her to shit in."
"Yeah, alright." Gareth agreed happily, watching as Dusty paid the kitten attention. "We should get her a collar and some flea stuff too. I mean, if she was outside and shit." He laughed again, his mind no longer lingering on the events of the previous night, now entirely focused on their new pet. She was so little. "Are we gonna hafta get her spayed or neutered or whatever?" He asked. Dusty was now the authority on pets. Gareth couldn't keep a fly alive if pushed to, but Dusty had had a dog when they were children. Gareth's mother, a deeply asthmatic woman, had never let so much as a hamster into the house.
"Yeah, we'll probably hafta get her spayed or some shit later on. Not right now, though. She's awful tiny for that." Dusty looked at her, cocking his head to the side. "She likes to claw at my wings when I got 'em out, so that might be a problem. We'll have to spray her in the face or push over over or somethin' until she gets the idea. I ain't food and neither are my undead body parts."
"I don't want to confuse her with water," Gareth piped up quickly, looking at the small creature with concern. "She might develop a complex or somethin' if we spray her. So I think we could like, swat her on the nose or somethin'. Just not water." He nodded, trying to look sage and then shifted, climbing up on the couch to look at Dusty. "How old you think she is? Can't be more n' like, a few weeks. Think she's already litter trained?"
Dusty nodded, pressing his lips tightly together as he watched the kitten tumble around on the couch next to him. "Yeah, I s'pose yer probably right. Best not to confuse her. We'll just swat her in the face or somethin' if she does somethin' wrong." He seemed resolute about it. It just seemed to make sense to him. "I dunno, she's gotta be like... maybe three or four weeks. I don't really know much about kittens and all that shit. How old they gotta be before they can leave their momma? Maybe we should go to the library. Do you think Gideon would know?"
"Gid seems to know all about animals and shit. He is like, a century old or somethin. He might know... maybe the library will have some DVD's on cats." Sometimes the blonde man loathed his inability to read. "Otherwise, we could probably get Gideon to read some shit to us, or... we could try ourselves." He sounded sheepish as he said that, knowing that Dusty was better than he was at written word, but just barely. "We could like... oh wait, I could ask the person at the pet store or somethin'. They might know a lot about cats!"
Looking over at the blond, Dusty nodded a few times. "Yer probably right. The pet store people should know everythin' about cats as it is. Gideon might be able to give us some tips or whatever, too. But we gotta find out so Cat don't die like everything else we tried to keep. That'd be a shame, 'cause she sure as shit is fun." He reached out to touch the kitten, surprised when it opened its mouth wide and cried. "Whoa, that's a horrific noise, Gare. What the hell you think she wants?"
Gareth looked down at the yowling kitten with wide and confused eyes. "Well... shit. Uh..." He couldn't help but notice how adorable Cat was, even as she screamed. Her tiny pink nose scrunched with the effort of her noise and her eyes slitted. He reached out to try and run a calming hand over her impossibly small head, but she turned to him and let out another plaintive wail. "Maybe she's hungry now D. How long you had her here?" He asked, brow furrowing. She was tiny. But surely not so young that she still had to feed from her mother. "I betcha she wants some water or milk or somethin, why don't we check the kitchen an' see if we got somethin' she can eat... yanno, until we find her some real cat food an' junk."
"I dunno, she's been here all day sleepin' with me. She probably is hungry, though." Dusty nodded and got up, moving to start looking through the cupboards. "I'm sure we got somethin' laying around she can eat. And then later, like tomorrow, you can go to the pet store. Get her some food and toys and shit."