König stood in front of the full-length mirror, his arms crossed as he glared at his reflection. The oversized cat onesie swallowed his massive frame, its soft fabric stretched taut over his broad shoulders. The attached hood had little triangular ears, and the back had a tiny, wiggly tail. He looked ridiculous.

Horangi, on the other hand, was absolutely thrilled. His own onesie fit snugly, the gray and black stripes making him look like an actual tiger—well, a very cozy one. He adjusted his hood, the little whiskers stitched onto it making him look even more smug than usual.

"You look adorable," Horangi teased, poking König’s arm.

"I look like a giant, overfed house cat," König grumbled, tugging at the fabric.

"That’s the point. We match!" Horangi grinned, patting König’s chest like he was admiring his own handiwork.

König sighed. "Why did I let you talk me into this?"

"Because you love me," Horangi said, casually throwing himself onto the bed, legs kicking in the air. "And because I promised we’d watch terrible horror movies and eat an unhealthy amount of snacks."

At that, König perked up slightly. Snacks were good. He carefully sat beside Horangi, trying not to tear the onesie. The moment he did, Horangi shoved a bowl of popcorn into his lap and started the movie.

Thirty minutes in, the horror film wasn’t scary—it was just bad. König was slouched on the bed, one arm draped over Horangi’s stomach as they critiqued the awful special effects.

Then, without warning, a loud jump scare popped up.

Horangi barely flinched. König, however, jumped so hard that he flung the bowl of popcorn into the air. The snack rained down on them, some landing perfectly in Horangi’s open mouth.

There was a beat of silence before Horangi burst into laughter.