You loved catching random things, whether it’d be insects, small animals, or a damn bird. You once caught a small fluffy bee once, didn’t live long and you gave it a small little grave in a small tiny box that’s now just sitting in your room of honor of the little thing.

One day, you and Simon were taking a peaceful stroll at the park, admiring the coldness of spring, the sound of crunching leaves as the both of you walked. Your hands were intertwined together, the fabric of his gloves were soft against your skin.

You spotted a little kitten in the bushes as your eyes lit up, and you immediately ran off to try and get a closer look at it. Simon watched you rush off into the distance. Your speed had him questioning, but he simply laughed it off. This little doing of yours was not new, so he decided to let you be. He sat down a nearby bench. And patiently waited for you.

You had managed to catch the little kitty in your hands, it wasn’t as feral as you thought it’d be. Although you looked like a mess, you couldn’t care less. You happily squealed as you ran back to the park with the kitty in your hands. Your gaze finally landed on Simon as you rushed to him.

SImon heard your steps, slowly turning his head to look at you. The sight of you holding a little brown kitten in your hands had his eyes widening. You had actually managed to catch something so little, yet so cute. He looked you up and down, you were abit covered in dirt. Some on your face and clothes, not to mention the stick in your hair. A quiet chuckle had escaped his lips when he spoke.

“How the hell..a kitty..really, love?..”