“You want to live off campus?” Rum Tum Tugger said somewhat surprised to the young man sitting across from him in the coffee shop.
“Yeah,” Quaxo answered absentmindedly stirring his coffee. “I don’t want to live in a dorm. I need my privacy and I won’t get that living in a dorm with a room-mate I don’t even know.”
Tugger was thoughtful staring at Quaxo before him, studying him. His face was pale nearly white from lack of sunlight and staying indoors. It was a stark contrast to his black feathered hair that always seemed to stick up looking like giant cat ears. Always giving Tugger the urge to pet him. He was thin too almost sickly looking, but he was slowly gaining his weight back and Tugger was pleased that Quaxo was eating scone with his coffee, but Tugger was worried about him and wondered if Quaxo would take care of himself living alone. He was still so depressed.
“Why don’t we move in together,” Tugger suggested breezily. “I certainly don’t want to live at home anymore and see Munkustrap anymore then I have too,” He growled. “And and agree with you about living with a stranger.”
“Tugger,” Quaxo replied sternly. “I want to get a small one bedroom flat“
“Sounds cozy, perfect for us,” Tugger cajoled popping a pice of his own scone in his mouth.
“I plan on having just one bed.”
“Good we’ll get a double bed. Us sharing a bed shouldn’t be a problem, we’ve done it before,” He winked cheekily.
“Tugger,” Quaxo sighed warily.
“Mist…”Tugger began then stopped abruptly.
“It’s alright,” Quaxo quickly said. “You-you can call me that if you want. It’s not going to trigger me. She gave that name, I liked the name it’s not a bad thing.”
“Mistoffelees,” He continued softly testing the name out once again. “I’m just going to hang out at your place anyway when I’m not at school or working, falling asleep on your sofa. It makes sense that we move in together.” Carefully he reached over and placed his hand on top of Quaxo’s. “Look I understand that you’re not ready to move forward or even define what our relationship is. After everything that’s happen and what you’ve been through last year I get that, I really do. And I’m not trying to presser you or force myself on you.”
“Oh Tugger, I know you wouldn’t do that,” Quaxo interjected softly.
“I can get a sofa bed and sleep on that oaky? If live together we can take care of each other.”
“I can barely take care of myself these days munch less someone else,” Quaxo mumbled running a head through his hair making it stick up even more and making Tugger wanting to pat it back down.
“That’s what I’m taking about, I can make sure you eat, drink water, sleep, take your meds and you can do the same for me,” He smiled.
“You’re not on medication,” Quaxo told him darkly.
“If I get like the flu or something,” Tugger quickly said. “We can tell each other how our day was over dinner, not be alone, just being together watching TV listening to music, just doing nothing.”
“And what about when you have a date?” Quaxo challenged him. “Are you going to bring them back to the flat or stay at their place all night.”
Tugger pulled back and ran his hands over his face and groaned in frustration and brushing some of his long blond hair back.
“I’m not going to go on dates or anything like that I don’t want to, I just want to be with you and no one else,” Tugger said told him truthfully.
“Just wanting to be with me never stopped you before,” Quaxo hissed clutching his coffee cup in anger making the liquid slosh back and forth .
“They weren’t dates and if it wasn’t for Munkustrap pulling a Macavity move on us I wouldn’t even been spending all that time with Bomba in the first place!”
“Your brother isn’t to blame for everything,” Quaxo said told him evenly.
“I was an idiot in high school and you were dating Cassandra at the time.”
“I’m not talking about that. You hardly even came to visit me at the hospital,” Quaxo Muttered softly.
“I know… I thought I wasn’t wanted or needed,” Tugger admitted.
“That never stopped you before ether,” Quaxo challenged him again.
“I was scared, seeing you like that, I felt helpless and it was just easer to let other people tell me what to do then to think for myself and I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you when you really needed me. Please give me another chance, give us another chance,” Tugger begged him.
“I just don’t think I can be you want and need right now.”
“How do you know what I want and need? Half the time I don’t even know what I want or need. Look I meant what I said about sleeping on the sofa and the other stuff. I’m not the lovable sex maniac tomcat that everyone thinks I am. I miss you and for what it’s worth I miss her too. I’m sorry that she died,” He finished softly.
Quaxo was silent he finished his coffee and scone before speaking.
“Are you going to clean the shower drain.”
“Quaxo I…”Tugger blinked. “What?”
“I’m assuming you’re still into personal hygiene?”
“So after you take a shower the drain will get clogged with your hair and I really don’t want to have to clean that.”
“Oh yeah I’ll clean up after myself,” He answered somewhat baffled.
“I don’t mind doing the dishes if you take out the garbage and don’t expect me to do your laundry.”
“I don’t,” Tugger paused. “So dose this mean yes?” He asked hopefully.
“I need to talk to Dr. Diavolo first, see what he thinks and then my parents.”
Tugger scowled, but didn’t argue, Dr. Diavolo had been more help to Quaxo than anyone else had been in the past year.
“Say when I am I going to meet your doctor?” Tugger asked.
“Why not?” Tugger pouted.
“You’d flirt with him,” He said crossing his arms.
“Not on purpose.”