louis wakes up to the sound of a new voice - and fingers tickling at his tummy, the latter really irritating him. he bites whoever it is - smirking when he hears harry yelp.

"ow, jesus, haven't you ever heard the saying don't bite the hand that feeds you!? well, this hand is not gonna feed you anymore if you keep it up!" harry sniffs, kissing the microscopic puncture wounds on his poor finger. "you're so rude."

"is he always like this, then?" louis hears the stranger say, and he slowly sits up, kicking off his tissue blanket. the man is tall, with slicked back hair, and the thickest eyebrows louis has ever seen. 

"harry!" louis shouts, smacking the man's arm with his tiny hands. "who's he!"

harry sniffs, poking louis' forehead. "this is my friend liam. he wanted to see you in person - he didn't believe me on the phone."

liam bends down, squatting at the foot of the bed so he can be face to face with louis. "hello, louis." he says quite politely, offering his index finger for louis to shake. 

louis grabs his finger with both hands and shakes it violently, grinning wildly. "hi liam!" he drops his finger and falls to his knees, crawling into his hand, sniffing it eagerly. liam smells like meat. louis likes meat. 

he stands back up, crawling up onto liam's arm, sitting on the face of his watch. "food? liam has food?"

"umm," liam looks at harry, raising a brow. "i, uh, have some beef jerky. is it okay if i give him some, harry?"

"should be okay," harry says with a shrug. "just be careful - don't want him to bite you. it hurts."

liam nods, pulling a plastic package from his shirt pocket, digging out a long strip of jerky. he offers it to louis, who, remembering his manners - don't bite the something or the other - takes the food into his hands. the jerky strip comes up to his shoulders. he wants to marry it.

his tail wags as he starts tearing into the beef, purring loudly. 

"aww, cute," liam chuckles, keeping his hand very still since louis is still sitting on his watch. 

"that jerky is almost as big as him," harry notes. "it's gonna take him days to finish it." he's probably right - louis can only take microscopic bites - he's not doing much damage. "he really seems to like it, though."

"louis," liam says, and the tiny kitten looks up at him, chewing. "mm?"

"can i move you?" liam asks, and once louis nods, he carefully picks him up with his other hand, moving him onto a pillow. 

louis sinks into a dent in the pillow, lying on his back with his head propped up as he gnaws at the food.

"i wonder where he came from," liam whispers to harry, watching him. 

"i don't know," harry says back, "but he certainly is one of a kind."