prompt: anxiety found a cat on the roof and now its his,, the others prefer dogs over cats i have no idea if this makes sense
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A cat in a hoodie
Implied Poly Sanders
Warnings: Cat, Prince and Anxiety “fight”
If you asked Anxiety why he liked to sit outside in the ceiling so much he would just shrug and say that he felt calm there. There were no other people, and nothing that could disturb him, just him, the night sky and the gentle summer breeze. That’s why when he saw something on the side he was startled.
There, sitting beside him and looking fully relaxed, was a small black-and-white kitten. Anxiety stared at her for a couple seconds and then shrugged, lying down on the ceiling again and staring at the sky. He didn’t bothered to check when he felt a slight weight on his chest, he just started to pet the now purring kitten and smiled. Being alone had its perks, but when your company is a cat is even better.
“Ugh, COMING DAD”
He stared at the cat for a few seconds, put a hand under it to avoid dropping it and stood up. The cat stared at him interested and, holding on to his shirt, started to climb to his shoulders. Anx was slightly worried of the cat falling, but when he felt her borrowing on to his hoodie he shrugged, it was probably comfortable for the cat to be there.
“Oh well, what do I know”
When he reached the dining room he put a hand to his lips and pointed to his hoodie, showing the other three the new addition
“Morality, Shhh. She’s asleep”
“Oh my goodness! It’s a she, she’s adorable!”
“Can I… Umh, can I keep her?”
“Do you know how to care for an animal?”
“Not really? But I can learn!”
“Well, im not a cat person. She’s just going to sleep and do nothing”
“Roman, don’t be mean”
“Got a problem pretty boy?”
“If they didn’t allow me to get a dog, which by the way we all prefer, then why do you get a cat?”
Anxiety frowned, that comment sounded extremely emotionally compromised
“What’s your problem dude? I’ll be the one taking care of her!”
“I don’t agree!”
Neither of them realized they were getting closer until a very loud “HISS” interrupted the staring/glaring contest. From Anxiety’s hoodie the small kitten was hissing at the royal, all puffed up and doing a pretty good impression of the darker persona when he got mad
“Like owner, like pet I guess”
“So I can keep her?”
No one had really noticed how exited Anxiety was at the idea of keeping the kitten, but now that they were actually looking they all could see the shine in the youngest one eyes and the giddy smile he was trying to hide
“I can’t say no to that face…”
“Well… It makes him happy, is the most logical option right?”
“…Keep the pet away from me then”
“In that case, yes you can keep her, she’s adorable!”
Anxiety allowed himself a happy smile, which left the other three feeling all warm and slightly embarrassed, and hugged the fatherly trait
“Thank you, thank you! I’ll take care of her and make sure she doesn’t mess with anything yours or of Logic!”
With that he hugged Logic and stuck his tongue out at Princey who let out an indignant squeak.