[ Joon-gi cradled the kitten against his chest and dabbed at a bit of formula that had dribbled out of her mouth. It mewled in protest at his gentle ministrations, but that was to be expected. ]
You can't keep calling her 'stinky,' she just had a bath. [ He huffed a fond but exacerbated laugh at Zhao's teasing. It was a sure sign that he was in a better mood, at least, so he'd take it. ] Besides, we're going to need to give her a proper name if we're going to keep her.
[ Joon-gi politely averted his gaze as Zhao began to strip down, leaving his clothes in a sad, sodden little pile on the floor. Another mess that he'd attend to later, once he was finished tending to the kitten. ]
I'll have some tea ready once you're out of the shower.
[ He closed the door behind him to keep the warm air from escaping before making his way to the kitchen. The kitten reminded him, rather insistently, that she was still hungry, so he put the kettle on and took the opportunity to finish feeding her while he waited for the water to boil. It was a rather messy affair; she seemed to be getting more of the formula on her face than she was in her belly.
Maybe he was doing something wrong? He sighed and wiped her face clean with a damp cloth. She seemed to like that, as her mewling soon quieted, and Joon-gi wondered if it reminded her of being groomed by her mother...
The thought gave him pause as he remembered the way his own mother scrubbed at his cheeks with her thumbs, trying to chase away his tears. His father had been yelling at him about something that was probably inconsequential in the grand scheme of things, but to a six year old child, it felt like the end of the world. Yet he remembered how gentle his mother's hands had been on his face and how she held him close afterward, whispering soothing words into his ear.
The kettle whistled. Joon-gi set the kitten in her little blanket box and began to prepare the tea. He set the cups on the table, then went to go reheat Zhao's leftovers from dinner. He made a place setting opposite his seat and reached for his own cup, sipping at his tea while he waited for Zhao to get finished with his shower. ]
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Date: 2024-09-13 03:00 am (UTC)You can't keep calling her 'stinky,' she just had a bath. [ He huffed a fond but exacerbated laugh at Zhao's teasing. It was a sure sign that he was in a better mood, at least, so he'd take it. ] Besides, we're going to need to give her a proper name if we're going to keep her.
[ Joon-gi politely averted his gaze as Zhao began to strip down, leaving his clothes in a sad, sodden little pile on the floor. Another mess that he'd attend to later, once he was finished tending to the kitten. ]
I'll have some tea ready once you're out of the shower.
[ He closed the door behind him to keep the warm air from escaping before making his way to the kitchen. The kitten reminded him, rather insistently, that she was still hungry, so he put the kettle on and took the opportunity to finish feeding her while he waited for the water to boil. It was a rather messy affair; she seemed to be getting more of the formula on her face than she was in her belly.
Maybe he was doing something wrong? He sighed and wiped her face clean with a damp cloth. She seemed to like that, as her mewling soon quieted, and Joon-gi wondered if it reminded her of being groomed by her mother...
The thought gave him pause as he remembered the way his own mother scrubbed at his cheeks with her thumbs, trying to chase away his tears. His father had been yelling at him about something that was probably inconsequential in the grand scheme of things, but to a six year old child, it felt like the end of the world. Yet he remembered how gentle his mother's hands had been on his face and how she held him close afterward, whispering soothing words into his ear.
The kettle whistled. Joon-gi set the kitten in her little blanket box and began to prepare the tea. He set the cups on the table, then went to go reheat Zhao's leftovers from dinner. He made a place setting opposite his seat and reached for his own cup, sipping at his tea while he waited for Zhao to get finished with his shower. ]