He’s a more of a colder and arrogant guy. So you thought maybe for his birthday, you can gift him a kitten. You thought a kitten could sooth and relax him, warm that tough exterior of his. Stupid idea, really, maybe.

On the day of his birthday, he was surrounded by beer bottles and junk food, sitting in front of the TV. He hears your footsteps and turns to you. He smirks and gets ups

“Another gift for me?” He chuckles and takes the box, unravels it and opens it. He raises his eyebrows and curiously looks and it. . It was a small meowing kitten. He raised his brows, surprised etched on his features.