loser owns Barry//

I fucking hated meetings.

My caretaker seemed to never want to listen to me, every single topic sounded so overused and boring, and to top it all off was I couldn't eat for two hours.

Two hours? Considered torture to me.

Kandy always told me to hush, and that since the all and powerful Lord Pheniox and his girlfriend was there that I should shut the hell up, but really? They couldn't even brother putting out some sort of refreshment? Not even water? They couldn't pull the whole 'oh we ran out' shit either, because they're gods.

Hell, even that Krys lady is built of water! They had to find something at least, these dumbasses!

But anyway, meetings were boring. Hence my past verb tenses, kids. They were. What changed?

No, they still lacked any food for two hours, and it was the same stuff over and over still. Nothing seemed too different. Minus a certain guess who started to come by with that Krys lady.

He was extremely happy. Like so happy that you wanted to punch him dead in the face from him squeaking and bouncing and being so childish naive. He always dressed in these eye curdling colors, pink and purple popping out like a sore thumb, like a clown who was in some freak accident.

Most importantly- he was a cat. Not fully, but partially. His ears were always perked, rarely down, and his tail always swayed as he purred. His hair was a mop on his head, and he always asked to have constant attention from everyone.

At first he just confused me. He had a few toys--some yarn, a fake rat, and a couple of snacks like cookies. Kandy told me to talk to him, but he always seemed to want to play? I mean, I'm all for having fun, but how the hell is yarn fun?

He always wanted to share, and he always purred when I pat his head. He seemed to always be excited around me, though truth be told he always pissed me off. He did nothing wrong, just how he was always happy. No matter what, he was happy.

One day when we hung out, he seemed bouncier then usual. His older sister, Delilah, sat next to Kandy and they talked about important bussiness stuff and whatever, and Barry seemed to be leaning on me.

I didn't really care, noting how he probably didn't see what was the huge thing with it, and I didn't either. It was just a dude hugging me, no biggie, right? It could be worse.

Barry then looked over at me, and he smiled, purring. I looked down and blushed, not exactly knowing why.

It was just a hug, right? A simple hug, nothing more nor less. Yet this feeling stayed, this determenation, this..burning, driven emotion that pulsed. It made me catch a fever. Heatflashes and a beet face.

Barry took note of this, and looked at my side to see if I was dying or not.

"You okay?"

I looked up at him, smiling as I probably looked drunk. I bit my lip and sighed.

"I'm perfect."

Which in no way in hell was a lie.