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"Okay, okay, yes, I'm coming." Newt groaned, still groggy with sleep. He wished he were still asleep. He was kind of a mix between a morning person and a, well, not a morning person. He could never wake up late in the morning, but he still hated getting up early, although he was mostly fine once he got himself going with a hot cup of tea or coffee, depending on his mood.
Bark trilled, fussing around his feet when he took a step out of his bedroom, tail in the air. She was infuriating at times. Sure, he loved her with his entire heart - bless her little soul - but her daily habit of waking him up at 7 in the morning could be just a tad annoying.
Then again, there was a lot worse things to wake up to than a gorgeous kitty patting your nose with it's paw.
For example, a dog slobbering all over you. Ew.
Newt pulled the bedcovers back and swung his legs around to get up. He didn't understand why Bark insisted that he get up to see her out - the cat flap was always open. Usually.
He made his way out his room, then downstairs. Bark cantered in front of him, trilling once more.
And, of course, as soon as he was downstairs, Bark hopped out the cat flap.
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Bark didn't have a stupid collar on.
She came prancing inside, tail and head high, without her damn collar.
Newt knew he shouldn't have listened to Thomas. He's clearly bad luck. Stupid man. Bark didn't need a collar.
Newt bought another collar online.
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"Your cat collar." Thomas blinked blankly, stood at the door with a cat collar in his hands. "It was in my garden. Your kitty must've lost it."
Andthat is the precise moment when Newt flipped.
"In your bloody garden?" He snapped. "Why would it be there? It's literally impossible for a collar to fall off unless someone's pulled it off." His eyes narrowed at the staggered brunet at his door. "Did you pull off my cat's collar? Did you try to steal Bark?"
"What?" Thomas frowned. "Of course not! I already have a dog, and even if I didn't, why would I do something like that?"
Newt knew he was being unreasonable, but he couldn't bring himself to care. Thomas was infuriating. Absolutely infuriating. "You already forced her in the your car. Why should I believe you?"
The brunet narrowed his eyes and huffed, putting his hands on his hips. Newt tried to ignore the action, but his eyes betrayed him and he couldn't help but stare at Thomas' hips for a good second, before he snapped out of his stupidity and realised why he was here. "One, I forced her into my car thinking it was to help her. Two, not to brag, but I'm a good person. I'm not the devil, who's plotting to murder you, surprise surprise."
"Well, you might be a cat devil!" Newt practically yelled, much to his embarrassment. His argument held absolutely no weight and he didn't know why he called Thomas a cat devil because what the fuck is a cat devil?
Much to both Newt's relief and guilt, Thomas almost looked... upset, and his arms now hung by his sides. He frowned. "I promise I just found her collar on a tree in my garden." He said, solemnly.
"I..." Newt wanted to punch himself. Just apologise, and say you overreacted. "Uh..." Or don't. "Do you want a Custard Cream?"
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Newt sat on a chair in his kitchen, staring out the window. He bit into a Custard Cream and tried to forget about his embarrassments.
Newt had gone to get Thomas a biscuit, but Thomas thought that he should walk into Newt's house. Which, he shouldn't have. His house wasn't exactly messy, but he'd have preferred to have been able to take his signed One Direction poster off the wall.
(He had felt his face heat up when Thomas had passed by the poster, wittering on about something completely random, only to pause, take a step back, look at the poster, grin, then continue.)
Then after that, Newt handed him a Custard Cream and they sat in his kitchen. Newt must have muttered a total of 5 words, 3 of which being "Really?" and the other two being "Yeah?". Then he had felt himself smiling, because Thomas didn't mind whatsoever and he was being so excited about a bloody biscuit.
Newt took a bite of his biscuit and released a tragic, theatrical sigh. People are truly infuriating when they're annoying yet somewhat sweet.
"-rk! Bark!"
The blond snapped his attention back up to the window, and blinked blankly.
Thomas, as in stupidly cute Thomas, was feeding Bark cat treats, trying to appease her.
Also, Thomas, as in Thomas-that-doesn't-have-a-cat.
"You're insane," Newt said, but he couldn't help but smile dumbly when a) he released Thomas (probably) bought cat treats specifically for Bark and b) he saw Thomas bite his lip to suppress a massive grin appearing on his face when Bark ate the treats.
He still hated Thomas.