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“Miles.”
“No.”
“It’s a cat, Miles.”
Ganke had said this one sentence at least five times to the other hero, stroking the cat’s back as it perchered itself on his arm. After a scuffle—calamity, as Miles called it because Ganke almost blasted the lower part of the building without directing the energy shot—with some pearly looking human, they found said cat in an alleyway.
Miles didn’t notice it at all, until Ganke pointed out the orange tuft of fur that poked out of a trash can. So much for a person that wears different sets of glasses. . .and outfits.
“We’re keeping it,” Ganke responded, slightly hovering above the ground before being pulled down by Miles himself. “No. We’re not keeping it.”
“Why?”
“You already have one.”
Well, it was true. On mutiple occasions, Ganke’s cat would always try to bite Miles—but the cat seemed to warm up to Miles more, even after Ganke had become Magik.
On the other hand, that cat hated him, and he hated it, so that was something.
“Come on, Miles—it’s just a little kitty!”
“It’s an adult!”
Obviously, Miles didn’t want two cats around him in the dorm. Besides, didn’t Vision have a "no pets allowed" rule? (Ganke had broken this rule at least twice, and this is probably his third time doing so).
Ganke tried flying away again, carrying the cat in tow, being stopped yet again by a single thread of webbing. Of course.
“Miles, we can’t leave the cat out here in the open, man—.”
“Ganke.”
No response from the other.
“Ganke.”
. . .Nothing comes out of his mouth, but he does play the most puppy eyed of faces in the entire world. What the hell. Of all things, why is he giving Miles some sort of sorrowful look?!
Only because of some cat.
Curse him and his cute face, Miles thought to himself before speaking (and he cannot stress this enough), “Fine. But just for today, dude. Please don’t get attacthed to it.”
Curse Ganke and how quickly he can hug now, too.
Miles has never felt more responsible in his whole entire life. He’s just laying down on the second bunk bed, watching both the beanie wearing kid and his new companion. He wasn’t interested in the conversation they had, nor was he interested in the fact that Ganke had given the cat a slice of pizza (something’s telling him that maybe he shouldn’t do that).
All Ganke did was gesture back and forth to the computer, the police scanner, and the cat, which he had occasionally rubbed, before repeating this process. “Hey, Miles,” he somehow registered through his fifth slice of pizza (apparently this had something to do with how he gained his powers and how he wouldn’t eat this much, but now he did. Hey, he saw him drinking at least eight cans of Monster once his powers kicked in, so—.)
((Correction: it was the whole box.))
“Yeah?”, Miles said, kicking his leg off of the bed—back and forth, timing how Ganke had lifted his head up and down.
“Apparently the cat’s name is Goose.”
“Oh, so you can speak animal now? As far as I can tell, you are not a Disney princess, Ganke.”
“Shut it and look at the nametag.”
Score one for Miles.
Lazily and groggily getting up from the bed and its comfort (great, now he’s deprived of that and his almost nap), Miles walked on over to the desk, lifting up the gold part of the collar that actually said “Goose” on it.
“Ganke.”
Nothing yet again—.
“Geonjae—.”
“Why would you say that—you’re not my mom,” Ganke said with the most annoyed (and kind of embarasssed) voice, looking up from the police scanner and then to Miles. “What’s up, anyway?”
“. . .Did you say that the cat had a collar?”
“No. Why?”
“That usually indicates that the cat has an owner.”
. . .In conclusion: they somehow stole a cat in the morning of that Tuesday without being careful about it. Curse Ganke and his infinite love for cats (and his love for literally any animal ever).
Hell, curse Ganke and his love for Miles, too!
“. . .Do we have to give the cat back?,” Ganke said with a dash of disapproval, “shouldn’t we just keep it until we actually get something from the owner?”
“No.”
“Miles.”
No response from Morales.
“Okay, maybe I did something wrong—but we can totally fix this!”
Says the one with alien powers and isn’t even one himself. . .did Miles even want to fix this right now?
No.
“We can do it later,” he said, brushing his hand across Ganke’s shoulder before flopping back on the bed. “But I just want to sleep—or are you gonna stay up all night with the cat and checkin’ the scanner?”
“Yep.”
“Thought so. Well, goodnight.”
“Goodnight, sunflower.”
That one little nickname made Miles get up and lazily thwack Ganke with a pillow. “You don’t deserve to call me that—.”
“Still gonna do it anyway,” Ganke said with just a bit of laughter, shooing away the pillow before quickly (and sneakily) giving Miles a kiss. “Love you.”
“Whatever.”
However, Miles smiled at that before climbing into the bed yet again.
Curse that cat, Ganke, and Miles’ love for him.