the cat is called hamish

anonymous asked:

"I never wanted to love you," he snarled.

Thank you for the prompt, that was actually kind of tricky!

“I never wanted to love you,” he snarled. “That just happened, and how, I have no idea. You’re a demon wrapped into the body of a cat.”
Eggsy picked the ball of ginger fur called Hamish off the floor, where it was playing with shards of incredibly expensive porcelain, covered in fine, grey dust.
“Harry is going to kill us both”, he told him, keeping his voice strict, although he knew it was too late to try and knock some sense into the cat. “Those were his mother’s ashes.”


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