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Wemmbu grumbled as he ran across the village again to gather more stupid sticks.
He and Egg had set up some villagers in the nearby village, but they werent used often enough for the pair to have any emeralds saved up.
Which leads Wemmbu to here, running back and forth collecting sticks to trade for emeralds so he could get enough for new enchantment books. Egg broke his previous fishing rod, so the demon was on a quest to re-enchant him a new one. Unfortunately, that means harassing the local village until he gets everything he needs and can head home.
He passed an alleyway on his way back and paused, hearing a strange, high-pitched sound.
He backed up a bit and peered down the alley, hearing the strange noise again. It sounded like some sort of animal, and Wemmbu almost just left-
But then a kitten poked its head out of a bush. The kitten was pure white, with big heterochromic blue and amber eyes.
An image of a certain white angel with blue and golden eyes popped into Wemmbu’s head, and oh no.
The kitten was cute enough on it’s own, but it reminded him so much of Egg. The little creature bravely approached, mewing at him. It had some dirt and grass in its fur, but the white still shone through. He couldn’t help but shove everything into his inventory to free his hands and crouch down, letting the kitten walk over and sniff him.
“What’s up little guy?” he asked as the kitten meowed at him again.
There was no way he was going home without this stupid little thing now. It was such a critter! How could he leave it here??
Pulling out his communicator, he shot Egg a message.
Wemmbu -> Eggchan
Wemmbu: do you catch enough fish to feed someone
Eggchan: brother what
Wemmbu: do you
Eggchan: i guess yeah
Eggchan: why
Oh they’re so back. He still needed to get those enchantment books though.
. . .
On the walk home, cat acquired and in his arms, he actually had to think about his impulsive decision to adopt an animal on a whim.
In his defense, she’s a tiny kitten seemingly parentless in a village. Who knows what would happen to her if he didn’t take her?
How do cats eat their fish? Does it need to be cooked? Is he going to also be making food for a cat every meal now? Should he make her a collar?
Their little house was in his sights now, and as he approached he could see a certain angel waiting outside.
As soon as he was within earshot, Egg spoke up.
“What did you do?”
“Why is that your first question? I don’t do dumb stuff that often.” he scoffed, faking offense.
“…Brother what animal is that.”
Wemmbu grinned, adjusting his hold on the kitten to show her off to Egg.
Egg sighed. “Where did you find a cat?”
“Village. Her name is Mini Egg.”
“Dude what. Why would you name her that.” Egg stared at him, exasperated.
“She looks like you!! Look at her!!!!” His tail swished happily as he shoved the kitten in the angel’s face. Mini Egg meowed, squirming around and reaching a paw towards Egg. Wemmbu beamed. “She likes you!”
“You can’t name her Mini Egg.” his partner tried to sound stern, but it fell flat with the laughter he was obviously forcing down. Wemmbu wins yet again.
“Fine.” Wemmbu paused. He brought the kitten back to face him, staring into its big round eyes.
He had the perfect idea.
“Orbital.”
Egg blinked.
“You’re naming our new cat after a CANNON?!” Egg sounded so done with him that he burst out laughing.
They were definitely keeping the cat.
It’s been a few months since Wemmbu brought home a entire animal, and Orbital wasn’t a terrible addition to their routine.
Egg had never been all that into the idea of having a pet out here, not particularly caring- but seeing Wemmbu so enamored with the little thing was endearing. Another thing to keep him busy, as well.
Wemmbu had used his combined skills from the different little hobbies he’s picked up out of boredom to craft little cat toys for her. He crocheted little balls and such, replacing them when they got too frayed and became a ingestion hazard. At least this time his crocheting kick didn’t nuke the house. Egg remembers the first time he got into it. He still shivers recalling how the house was covered in half-done crochet projects and yarn for weeks before Wemmbu lost interest. Don’t even get him started on the baking.
Regardless, the cat kept him entertained. So that was always a bonus. He played with it all the time, both of them being pretty energetic creatures. For a cat that looked incredibly similar to Egg, she was scarily in sync with Wemmbu. They somehow managed to do that thing where they’ll turn to look at you at the same time, despite one of them being a cat.
Egg decided he was done with fishing for today. He caught a nice salmon to give the household’s little princess for dinner, and there were gray clouds approaching. He didn’t feel like getting rained on at the moment.
Heading back inside, it was oddly quiet. The reason quickly became apparent as he made it past the entrance into the living room.
Wemmbu was asleep. On the carpet of all places. Orbital was happily curled right next to his face, licking his forehead and purring. Egg couldn’t stop the warmth that swelled in his chest at the sight.
He fumbled to get his communicator out and take a picture before Orbital moved. His excuse would be blackmail material, if anyone asked.
He should probably get Wemmbu off the floor though. That really can’t be too comfortable.
The cat trilled and rolled to her feet as he approached them, prancing over to the couch to jump up and wait on the armrest. As if she knew exactly what he was doing.
He bent down to loop his arms around Wemmbu and heave him up, carrying him over to the couch to set him down somewhere more comfortable than the floor.
He nabbed a nearby pillow to situate under his partner’s head, and Orbital made her way over to loaf on him purring like a motorcycle. Egg pet her a few times, fur soft against his fingers. He always thought he was a dog person, but having a cat instead wasn’t so bad.
. . .
“…Is that another fucking cat.”
“Her name is Nuke.”
“WE’RE NOT NAMING A SECOND CAT AFTER BOMBS-“