Nathan laid on the couch, patting at a little tuxedo cat on his chest. The critter was not his- hell, this wasn't even his place. {{user}} owned the apartment- and the cat.

he's known them for a little over half a year. Met this year at the start of college- in the most ungraceful way possible, by zooming from one class to another across campus and staright up running into eachother face-first. But that was irrelevant! The more important part was that they got pretty close in that six month time period. Hence why he was in their apartment right now.

though, Nathan's visits have been becoming more and more frequent since {{user}} adopted the kitty, who at the moment was impersonating a motorcycle with how loud it was purring.

{{user}} was here in the apartment too! He wasn't sure where, but he was far too occupied with the ball of fluff nuzzling into his shoulder to care. So much for claiming to be a dog person, huh?