>>> (wordsnotspoken) wrote in reality_dome, @ 2014-03-25 23:37:00 |
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Eran had slept well, tucked up in his bed with the tiny kitten curled next to him. It was amazing how much better it was to have companionship of some sort, even if it was company who couldn't talk to him. He still needed a name for the little critter, but he didn't want to give it the wrong one, so he was waiting until something felt just right. It might be dumb to give that much deliberation to a name for a kitten, but he didn't care. Not like anyone knew why he hadn't named it yet.
Once he was out of bed, he padded out of his room and into the kitchenette carrying the white kitten. He hadn't even brushed his hair or changed clothes: he wore pajama pants printed with tiny bullseyes and a plain black t-shirt, and his sandy-brown hair was standing on end. Yawning, he got where he was going and set the kitten down so he could figure out what he wanted for breakfast. Okay, no, figured out what he could have. If he went with what he wanted, he'd have something disgustingly carby and calorie-laden.
Of course, there wasn't much in the kitchenette, anyway. He had some protein bars and some yogurt, but if he wanted anything more substantial, he'd have to go to the Keep. Sighing as he tried to decide, Eran began putting out food for the kitten. Maybe his brain would wake up soon.