stephanie nashton does it all (forthem) wrote in rooms,
Re: log: steph/dami.
"Bandit?" Steph screeched quietly, scooping the tuxedo cat up and pressing her fur up to her face. It had been a month since she'd seen the kitty, and it felt like she was missing one of her own children. After five years of not seeing Bandit, the months after were simple sweet reunion. She grinned into Bandit's fur while Damian took his step forward, and when she looked up, she caught the wibbling smile. Instantly, she let go of the cat, who pranced around the bed before laying down, and slid off the bed. He was taller still, which would always be weird, but in a good way, and she scrutinized him from head-to-toe. She knew about time jumps. She knew all about that. But he'd died, right? How was this possible?