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“ You wouldn’t want that, right sweeter? “
His words ran down your spine, sweetly making you visibly shiver. Master stirred the tea in his cup carelessly, like a gentleman, the spoon hit the side of the cup time to time. *Bling…bling…bling* Oh how lovely it sounds for your worn out ears. There was complete silence between the two of you. His lifeless eyes gazing into yours… no thoughts behind those wide eyes of his, but you were damn aware that you wouldn’t want to stay in denial after Master Luther hissed these words out of his mouth.
“ No sir, of course not, but if I may inquire if you to just think about it-“
“ There are no buts inside this house, this household that can be yours in the moment. “ - Luther motioned an emotional expression with his hands, which more likely looked like a ballet move. - “ Now off you go, scram, get out of here, bye to bye, so long! “
You tried to stop your laughter after hearing Master saying “ there are no buts in this house”, This man is quite oblivious and it shows in the worst situations possible.
You headed out the door, with clumsy, awkward steps, trying to contain yourself from bursting out laughing. As you closed the door you felt a persons aura right next to you, and as you looked down you saw a sinister, black shadow rising, alongside that similarly sinister person towering above you.
“ So, what did he say? “
His voice was grumbling, crackling like the rust crackles as you try to scrape it off the metal. He was breathing through his nose, you could even recognize the nervous needing to catch a breath after chainsmoking for years. Rubbing his shaven chin, he looked mildly irritated and tense, something you rarely saw this severely happening. Nyen Catman was standing above me, waiting for a response with still some hope in his down turned eyes.
“ He said no, I told you he will.”
You shooked, in some way, you finally felt like you overcame his agressively dominant nature. On the other hand you still felt unsafe by the long shadow, now trembling with rage and dissapointment.
“ I tried to tell the benefits of the whole thing, but he wasn’t interested at all. It was a dead idea to begin with…But hey! Good thing he at least listened to your idea…which I had to present to him..”
“ Ugh..you just don’t get it, this whole thing is just really growing on me… Whatever, I’ll suck it up, like I always had.. “
You weren’t really invested in his idea yourself, just wanted to make him leave you be. Nyen was sick of living with Nyon, the constant weed smell from down there in his side of the bunk bed, the way he looked or refused to look at Nyen at times…and the awful music, that makes the american chainsmoker sweetheart lose his mind. He didn’t want to complain, what kind of alpha does that thing?! The only thing he could think of was making you switch places with him, so that he sleeps in Master Luthers room and you move into his bed . You weren’t thrilled…
“ He’s like a toddler, I have to be the one to put up with his bullshit and toss him around, he’s no good for anything! “ - Nyen growled, he really did feel the need to make a statement. Living with a dreamy pothead like Nyon is hell.
“ You can always ask him yourself, maybe he will listen to the most playful little kitty cat in the house! “ - Your grin was larger than before mocking the huge man, who could kill you in an instant. - “ Just put on your sunday clothes and act real charming to him, is heart will melt in joy! “
“ Oh, shut it dipshit, I thought he would belive YOU at least. No matter, forget it, I’ll put up with it. “
After that horribly gladsome intermezzo, you went back to your daily routine
of enjoying the gaping void of naked nothingness which was your life. Watching the ceiling as the sweet silence was beating louder and louder in your eardrums was the true dream. Inhaling the uncomfortably moldy smell of the once baby pink floor mat… The people you lived with were often times just too busy for you, so you watched the various canadian channels and slept all day long.
You suddenly heard a curious sound which doesn’t seemed to get into shape with the roaring hum of silence.
“Gosh fucking damn it! “ - you heard Nyen curse very quietly from the kitchen, it was a beautiful Sunday evening, what nice kitty cat wouldn’t be bursting out in happiness today? - “ How can you fuck up something so badly?! “
“Wow, that was uncalled for..” -
you thought and with a slight back pain you stood up and went to the kitchen to check. Nyon was laying down on the cold floor seemingly with no negative nor positive emotions on his face. - “ What’s wrong now? “ - You yawned looking at Nyon, then the terrifyingly angry Nyen.
“ This goddamn manchild was laying right next to that fucking mouse hole! “
“ ….so?… “ - you didn’t really understand what was the issue here, but after Nyen looked at you with his awfully cold eyes, you have lost all your confidence.
“ He was supposed to cover it up, so those whores can’t just run in there safe and sound. You know, how I told you to do it?! “ - Nyen angrily pressed his knife into the wood of the table next to him and quietly cursed himself out if the room, making Nyon flinch a little. - “ Blunt piece of shit. This is why I hate to put up with you and HATE to life under the same roof as your pitiful fucking face. “
Living with a man like that wasn’t a dream, you weren’t the most sure what Nyens big plan was, but the only thing you were able to do now is stand there and watch the silently embarassed catman just laying down there out of words, like usual. A silky-looking strand of hair was running through his face as he was resting his head on the cold kitchen floor. You felt that he was looking at you.
“ Are you okay? Do you want something I can give you that can…uhh cheer you up?” - you crouched down and looked down at the pathetic little man. It would’ve been cruel to just leave him there humiliated by the stronger, livid catman.
“ I’m fine. “ - he stated clearly with such enchantment in his monotone voice. - “ Sit with me. Please. “
Well a little sitting session haven’t hurt anyone before, it couldn’t be that bad. And so you sure did sit there with the still just laying man for minutes in complete silence. Listening to the rats inside the walls curling, the clock ticking and Nyon slowly breathing. At some points you looked down at him as you haven’t heard him breathe in a long time, he was there..zoning out…
“ Is this not..boring you? “ - you lean to him once again not understanding how can he like laying around so much.
“ No. It is good. I like.. it.. “ - he muttered out with the most gutwrenchingly broken english in the whole world. It felt way more russian, than english to be frank and you found that hilarious.
“ Then…uhm you enjoy yourself in here…and I’ll go back watching TV.. “ - you said still ogling into Nyons eyes as he peeped back at you with the same confusion. - “ Toodles.. “
You never understood this man, something was just missing and you felt the same confusion when you thought about living in the same room as him. You know that he would never cause you any harm, yet you still had an odd feeling when you had that thought in mind.
You doddered to your most favorite spot to listen to the great voids of silence, The Great Couch of the Ivory Household! This piece of furniture had a special magical effect to it, when you layed down there, there was no chance that you could stand up for eight hours or more! You jadedly tapped with the remote control, most if the channels weren’t even having any shows on them at this time of the day, yet you still couldn’t stop the infinite tapping… This activity was so amusing, it almost made you fall asleep right then and there, but then a sudden noise woke you up and scared your soul out of your body. It was the wide eyed catman, Nyon…
“ Oh, gosh! You.. you have stood up and came here.. that’s.. great! “ - You nervously clapped once, but this was followed with no reaction.
He didn’t seem to have interest in you, it was like he appeared from nowhere and now, just gawking at the screen on a channel where there was nothing happening. You felt yourself tense a little akd you weren’t sure if this was because of the blunderint situation of the closeness he provided you to himself from all of a sudden.
“ Wh-Whacchu doing? There’s nothing on this channel…Are you just..uh..staring at the nothingness? ”
“ It will happen soon. The Truman Show will air tonight, I know it. I read the television program. Yes. “ - As you heard this full sentence leave his mouth, you almost dropped your jaw. It was like he wrote the sentence down for himself and practised how to pronounce it. He had dedication.
You freaked out a little as his lifeless eyes gained a weird amount of exitement for a moment. He was holding the TV program paper, he looked very prepared for this.
“ Huh..well do you mind me? “
“ No. Company makes it better. “ - He turned his face to me in the most laboured way possible and eyed with me for a few seconds.
He faced the pixelated screen again, like a statue, that doesn’t scratches it’s face when he feels it itch, maybe doesn’t even breathe who knows…You spent the next twenty minutes staring at the ceiling again, now with the quiet man beside you facing the screen, breathing quiently. Everything was so calm and peaceful, until!
“ It is time! “
Out if nothing he grabbed the remote contol and turned the television to channel 36 and sat even a little closer, almost falling down from the sofa. You weren’t sure why he was so exited about this movie, you sat up too and looked at the screen. The credits started rolling, you’ve seen it before and you were sure that Nyon did too.
For a while it was just you, the overly excited Nyon holding in your breathe to hear every single word come on loud and clear from Jim Carries mouth, throughout that old, musty television. You clearly weren’t so invested in the said activity, you peeped over to Nyon and a quite unusual view greeted you.
His soft smile. He was….smiling? You’ve never seen him smile before, not even a slight beam and now you couldn’t take your eyes off him. He sat there so peacefully, unusual childhood wonder in his eyes, he seemed so soft and comely, his wide, dark of night eyes sparkled.
You felt your face tense up a little, you were never this close to him and it felt strange. He had an aura that was quite inviting, this took you off guard. You looked at him only for a little second and you were feeling something heavy inside your chest growing.
“ Is the movie this fun for you?.. “ - You asked grinning, but you immediately scolded yourself mentally for messing up the silenced mood.
Nyon stayed like he was before for a few more seconds, then he turned to your gaze, with that tiny smirk on his tiny mouth. He still looked so coy, tilting his head somewhat down, but his now fully recognizable simper changed the whole view. He just nodded, with such delight and enthusiasm, you hardly saw anyone have in this household.
Watching Truman Show wasn’t as boring as you thought it would be, while trying to ignore the presence of that aura you felt around Nyon, you checked up on him time to time finding that same expression on his face. It got stranger everytime you looked away. It was like your ribcage felt heavier from the inside. That wasn’t a good sign. After all the ads and commercials went down and you two silently finished the movie ( you weren’t brave enough to say a word anymore and you felt he was too invested into the film to talk..) you were the first to break the silence.
“ W-was it as good as you thought it would be? “
You twirled a strand of your hair timorously, making conversations with a man like that is quite the task.
“ Just like Master told it, it was very…very..” - He stopped mid-sentence, he looked down, tapping his knees with his index finger, then turned his head right to you, like you were supposed to help him out, and help him out you sure did.
“ Very interesting? “
“ Yes. That. “
His voice was soothing to your ear, so content. Awkward silence sat between you, still gawping into each others eyes. He didn’t seem to be bothered about this, on the other hand, you felt rather unpleasant. Every little detail seemed to sharpen on his face, you’ve only realized how… pretty he was.
You stood up and walked off, feeling your ribcage get heavy again. A grumbling sensation in your chest.
“ What the hell was that…”
As you walked into Masters room, where you mostly slept, you couldn’t stop to think about his face as he stared at the screen with that soft smile. You crouched down next to Master Luthers bed, seemingly unnoticed by the man himself.
“ Greetings human. Are you feeling well? “
Scratch that…Luther was already “sleeping”, well at least laying in his adorable bed with widely spread eyes. But he heard everything loud and clear and he was listening to every small noise.
“ Yes Master Luther, I watched a movie with Nyon. “ -
“ Good. Kitties and humans must have a special bond with each other! That’s how it is natural, don’t you agree my dear? “
“ Indeed Master Luther… - You agreed restlessly, you mind racing about the same thoughts and mental pictures burnt into your head on and on. - “ Could you at least reconsider my idea from beforehand? I am really needing about this.. ”
The man laid still for a while, you even questioned if he was there with you in mind or just a sensless corpse oggling at the ceiling.
“ I will have a sweet dream about it. - He almost shouted out with thrill in his hoarse voice. - “If a handsome human man tells me to agree to the idea, I will take care of it immediately! Sleep tight, don’t let the bedbugs bite dear human! “
You were concerned about this responce, but you knew Master. He is an interesting specimen to live with. You didn’t know why you got this invested in Nyens idea, maybe living with such an odd creature like Nyon isn’t so bad after all. At least if you didn’t have to listen to Master Luthers bedtime stories about the same eeny weeny teeny weeny kitten.
“ Good night Master. “