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Memphis awoke with a shrill yelp.
“AGHHHHHHHHHFFFFFFFFFF FUCK! ”
Large blue eyes stared up at her. The miffed pastry stared back, chocolatey eyebrows furrowed at the small feline, who sat at her side. She huffed, moving her hand to pet him, only for Diapickle’s head to become doused in chocolate.
She yanked her arm back, staring at her hand. Or lack thereof.
“...Did you eat my fucking hand?”
“MEEEEOOOOWWWW.”
…
She supposed that was as good an answer as any. Sighing, she hauled herself out of bed and disappeared into the bathroom, leaving Diapickle on his own. The chocolate had stained the sheets. The cat brought his head down to sniff it, and eventually began to lick it up.
After a few minutes, Memphis returned from the bathroom, one arm wrapped with some sort of bandage. She stared at the cat in disgust.
“Please don’t eat that…” She picked him up off the bed and tried to grab her phone off the bedside table with her other hand. Which she didn’t have at the moment.
“Fuck.”
The cat stared up at her, with what almost looked to be a smile on his face. Memphis couldn’t help but let a small smile creep onto her face, because how could she stay mad at him when he looked like that? It would grow back anyway.
She rolled her eyes, rubbing her forehead against his. She groggily dragged her legs across the hall, and paused in front of a scratched up door. The indents were filled with worn out stickers, which were slowly peeling off, and some that were just completely mangled to the point where she couldn't really remember where the stickers came from.
She made a move to knock on the door, but then remembered she literally couldn’t. She shrugged, opting to simply kick open the door.
“Wake up, Bitch.” She walked to the large heap of blankets on the bed in the center of the room. She dropped the cat onto the mountain that was her twin, which in turn caused him to jolt awake.
“WHAT!?” They untangled themself from the blanket nest he had created.
“You have to make breakfast again.” She poked him, smirking as they swatted her away.
“What the fuck, why? I went yesterday.” He grumbled, rubbing away the sleep in their eyes.
She pointed to her arm. They stared at her for a moment.
“Wh?-”
“Cat.”
“Oh.”
Memphis nodded. Jordan stretched, but was poked in the rib before he could finish.
“Ow! How are you just as insufferable while you're literally missing a hand!?”
“Magic.” She shrugged, walking out and leaving his door wide open. A smile grew on her face as she heard him groan from inside of his room.
Memphis chuckled. What a silly way to get out of making breakfast.