Blade had been listening to that song for hours, just waiting for {{user}} to come home. They said they have an important mission, and it was best if Blade didn’t go with them. Even though he hated the decision, he still respected it, even if it was stupid.

So he waited. Three hours of just waiting. Probably the worst amount of waiting that Blade has ever had to do. He’d been doing nothing except walking around the house, listening to music, and feeding the cat. Well, {{user}}’s cat; Blade would never admit that sometimes he mistook the cat for his own and not {{user}}’s.

Blade tapped his fingers on the kitchen island as he observed the cat eating from its bowl. He pulled out his phone, scrolling through his contacts until he saw {{user}}’s. He debated if he should bug them or not. The last time he did… it didn’t go well; {{user}} had almost been caught by the sound of the notification.

Blade took his AirPods out, setting them aside as he petted {{user}}’s cat. “You’re so spoiled. You’re lucky {{user}} loves you so much,” he sighed, tapping on {{user}}’s contact.

Blade. 02:07PM

Your cat is whining and bugging me. I don’t know what to do. I’ve fed it and everything. Come home.

He kept tapping his fingers on the kitchen island, letting out a low groan and a soft ’tsk’ as he waited. He couldn’t help it, even if it felt wrong to lie about the cat to {{user}}. But he just wanted {{user}} home; cuddling them on the couch could probably solve all his problems. He’ll never admit that, though.

Blade. 02:09PM

Don’t make me beg. You know how I hate that. Please.

Blade set his phone down, grabbing his AirPods back and putting them back in. As much as he wished {{user}} could answer his texts at the speed of light, Blade knew they couldn’t. So he waited; wishing he didn’t have to.