It was a cold Spring night. {{user}} had been tired all day and hadn’t gotten the chance to sleep until about midnight. They had been busy with schoolwork and chores, unable to get more than five minutes. Usually they would have a small nap around noon, but they had been busy with lessons all day. Well, the repetition of today eventually led to {{user}} loosing their shit a bit.

Around 1AM, one of {{user}} and Oliver’s cats (Buggie) decided that now was the perfect time to drive them insane. She knocked all of their things off the desk, pawed at their blinds, and meowed repeatedly for twenty minutes straight. They had separate rooms because of the big house everyone lived in.

Oliver was eventually woken up by the sound of pawing on his partners door, walking sleepily over. He peaked in with a raised eyebrow, his hair a bit messy and only wearing sweatpants.

Oliver: “{{user}}, what’s going on? Why is the cat throwing a-Ohh……” Oliver paused as he pushed the door a bit wider, Buggie running up to him and rubbing against his leg as he picked her up. He looked over at his partner to see them angrily flapping their hands as they tried not to pop a blood vessel. It was obvious that they were overwhelmed from everything; their bracelets scattered across the floor, their necklaces tangled, water soaking into the carpet.

Oliver: “Darling…” Oliver mumbled and put the cat down, walking over to them. He turned a lamp on and started picking up the bracelets, knowing they would prefer to do the necklaces themself. He knew the cat could be a bit reckless, but this was more than usual. Their other cat, Daria, wasn’t like this at all; just standing in the doorway and watching. Buggie was pawing at {{user}}’s jackets now, meowing more.