lance/hunk are those ppl who do couple costumes and wear ugly christmas sweaters together and kiss under a mistletoe and sip hot cocoa in the morning before giving each other their gifts which they’re shy about they are so cheesy and adorable
Christmas music is already playing on the radio and I am not in The Mood. So I did some ridiculous Sun/Moon edits to fix that. Did it work? Idk. (Now all of you must give Hau a kiss.) Feel free to use.
Kent didn’t remember it, but clearly his mother did and she photographic evidence.
“Aw, you are looking so–” Kent didn’t understand the last Russian word that Tater had slipped in there.
“I don’t even want to know if that’s a good thing,” Kent muttered from the couch.
Tater looked up from the picture album he was currently thumbing through with an impish smile. Kent stuck out his tongue, just as his mother came back from the kitchen with a plate of Christmas cookies.
She glanced over at the picture Tater was smirking at and sighed fondly. “Oh yes, that one. Kenny always did have a fondness for cats.”
“He is bigger Kit,” Tater agreed.
His mom put the plate down on the coffee table. “I remember that year for Halloween, we barely had enough money to cover rent. I couldn’t afford to buy him a costume and I have no sewing skills to speak of. Kenny, I think you were three or four at the time?” She pulled the photo out of the plastic sleeve and held it up for him. He squinted dimly at it and shrugged.
“Maybe.” He made a mental note to contact Tater’s parents for embarrassing childhood photos as payback.
“So, the neighbors had this cat that Kent loved to play with, and come Halloween, Kent wanted to be a cat. He was very insistent on being “Kitty”. That was what he called the cat, by the way.”
“Only because they named him something stupid and unpronounceable,” Kent threw out.
His mother gave him an amused look. “His name was Caesar, dear.”
“‘Kitty’ was a better name.”
“Anyways, the best thing I cat costume I could come up on a limited budget was dress him in black and then draw on the nose and the whiskers with my makeup. I bought the ears for fifty cents at a thrift store.”
“He not have tail?” Tater asked?
“Oh, he had a tail. I cut an old shirt of mine and stuffed it with leftover cotton from a pillow.” She laughed, but it was tinged with sadness.
Kent remembered those years when his mother had to work two jobs trying to make ends meet. His hockey was expensive, and he had lost count of the number of times he had told his mother he would quit, only to have her shake her head and tell him that they would make it work… somehow.
He got up from the plush, oversized chair and went to go settle on the arm rest by his mother. “Thank you,” he said sincerely as he pressed a kiss to her temple.
“You were so happy,” she sniffed. “You didn’t even care that the tail was literally stapled shut at the seams.”
“I’m happy I have you.” Kent said softly. “Both of you,” he added with a glance towards Tater who met his warm gaze. Kit, who must have sensed that she was being left out, abandoned her watch from under the tree and came over to jump on Tater’s lap. “All of you,” Kent amended when she joined them.
And he was.
Look, someone mentioned the other day that Kent Parson probably has a picture of himself with the cat face drawn on (or something like that), but I can’t find the post. Please help me so I can give proper credit to the idea. :)