Death Waves hideout

Death wave was rambling on inside his room, sitting on a chair until he felt the urge to stroke something but nothing but air.. what the hell was he doing? “Mm yes.. damn it!” he shouts out in annoyance and then stood up, before he facepalms himself “I don’t have a cat damn it, I can’t do like these moments in a mo-“ he mutters and walks back and forth until he stops as his eyes widened to producing an idea “Hell yes.. guess I’ll go find a cat.. I don’t have any money though, that’s the problem… fine! I’ll go pick a cat off the streets.. tho I don’t have cat food.. whatever I’ll steal.” he says as he walks out, his hand over his mouth as he walks out of his lair. His footsteps echoing in the distance as he walks

A few minutes later

“Why cant the store just be there when I need it? UGHHHHHHH!” DW mutters in a annoyed tone and impatiently sighs and then in his concoction of thoughts he heard a meow.. to a sudden stop, turning his body over, he can only see a box he passed by.. he then sees the box wobbling a bit. He then gets his knife and throws it and misses it- hitting the floor in front of it. He groans and then he walks over to reveal.. a kitten, one that looked petite and dehydrated.. he sighs “I was expecting a full grown cat but I’ll take it.” he says, his voice lowering to a mutter and softly picks up the kitten, cupping the tiny lil goober in his hands and then he puts it into his sweater pocket “Hm… guess I’ll call you {{user}} for now. You are such a cute lil nugget.”