forum cats, dogs, and rats//one on one (closed)

Started February 20, 2019 by @_sleeby_rat_

tune

Erro looked up, just looking tired now. "That, uh…That'd be kinda nice, actually," he said with a small, weak smile. He was just tired of this guy going back and forth between hating him and trying to be nice

Neo huffed softly as he trotted over and plopped the sheets on him. "If you want me to make up my mind, I will," The Mind Reader grumbled as he turned back and stalked out. "Can't be nice or have emotions apparently…"

It took a moment to process what Neo said, but suddenly, he bolted upright. "How the–How the hell did you know that was what I was thinking?" he demanded

Neo continued grumbling and didn't answer, walking into his room and throwing on a shirt to start packing for his weekend away. He couldn't wait.

"Bastard! Get back here!" Erro snapped, throwing the covers off and running after Neo. "I want an explanation! Are you in my head?" he shouted

Neo growled at the witch, turning his back pointedly, his ass pointing right at the other as he bent down to pack.
"Go awwwaaaaay!"

Erro, determined even though he had to firmly stare at a spot on the wall instead of Neo's ass, stayed put. "You're going to answer me or I'm going to keep you here until you talk. Are you a psychic? A psycho? What?"

Neo rolled his eyes at the stupid guesses, deciding not to answer as he grabbed up a few pairs of pants and shoved them in messily with his books. He immediately decided it wasn't good enough and started packing more.

Erro let out a growl of frustration. "You know what? Screw you! Screw you and your 'I'm so smart and handsome and can study in fucking short shorts and be a dick to my roommate because I'm better than him' bullshit! Prick!" he shouted before storming off

"Christ," Neo growled under his breath, lifting up his bag with an annoyed expression on his face. "Try to be nice to the guy who gave you shit. I'm just trying to live my best life…." He grabbed his keys and threw on his bag, walking out the door.

Erro had retreated to his room in a bout of anger, burying under the sheets like a pissy burrito. He didn't even want to use the blankets because Neo had given them to him, but he was cold and needed some sort of comfort after getting so upset

Neo shut the door and locked it from the outside. If Erro decided to walk out and he shut the door, he wouldn't be able to get back in. The thought of this happening gave him a rich sensation of satisfaction.

Erro grumpily curled into a tight ball under the blankets, Amun trotting in and wriggling in with him, giving a soft whine before tucking himself against Erro’s chest

Neo walked out to his car and plopped into the worn leather seat. His car was a neat black color on both the inside and out. He stuck his key in the slit and backed out, growling to himself as he drove for his twin's home.

(aight)

Erro had no classes over the weekend, so he had more or less spent the whole time wrapped in a blanket burrito that barely moved from one spot. Amun had eventually resorted to screaming at him to get him to eat a cup of noodles at least twice a day, using the power of annoyance to get him to do things

Neo on the Saturday afternoon of which he woke up, started studying after a fine lunch with Met, who was mildly annoyed with the lateness of Neo's sleep. The lunch was one cooked better and with more ingredients than Neo's pitiful stir-fry. It was a whole feast-like thing, which Met seemed very proud of when he presented it. It was foods all from their heritage, some unknown to Humans.

Erro had eventually settled on moping on the couch, laptop on his lap as he lay still curled in his blanket burrito. Amun was draped across his shoulders, occasionally occupying himself with nibbling on Erro's ear or licking his cheek

Neo sat slowly as Met slid a clean plate in front of him with a couple of forks and a knife. Neo picked up the second, smaller fork with a look of confusion.
"Why do I need two forks, Met?"
"For the Sle'i," Met said smoothly, gesturing at a bowl of what seemed to be a salad.

Erro was now sitting and watching TV, a blanket draped across his head and body, his horns providing a little tent in the fabric as he munched on some popcorn in his lap. He was really just mindlessly popping pieces in his mouth, occasionally tossing one to Amun for him to catch

Neo rolled his eyes, pulling the Sle'i closer. "I never understood your fuss with multiple spoons and forks. It's so unnecessary. Dinner is a time for eating and family, like dad used to say."
Met sat down at his spot, grabbing another bowl full of what looked like a dollop of fresh seawater. "Yes, but mum always said that the more presentable you look, the higher the chances of a successful dinner."
"With family?" Neo questioned as he wiggled in a few blue-eggplant-looking things into his Sle'i.

Erro yawned, tossing a piece of popcorn for Amun and chuckling as he watched the dragon wiggle his haunches before jumping and snapping the piece up before plopping down on the other side of the boy

"Yes, with family." Met snatched the bowl, holding it away from his twin, who yelped. "And I ask my family to stop taking all of the Re'ti." He started serving himself the salad grumpily.

Erro continued to eat popcorn, going back and forth between giving Amun some and eating some himself. He had lost track of what he was watching now–some Avengers movie, he guessed