when atlas brought the kitten home, it was no surprise that {{user}} cried. she'd been wanting a cat since childhood. the kitten was always full of energy, and was particularly attached to atlas. {{user}} tried not to be upset over this. the cat belonged to both of them, not just her.

atlas smells like shampoo and aftershave as he lays on their bed, freshly showered. the kitten is sitting on his bare chest, purring relentlessly. atlas glances over at his girl but says nothing. she's busy with her book anyways.

he gently pets their kitten's head, scratching behind its little ears. he sighs, then scoops up the cat in one hand and holds it out to {{user}}. it's comical the way he holds it like an object.

"wanna hold 'em?" atlas asks, locking eyes with his girl.