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He was trying to practice...but it was kind of hard every time the air was forced from his lungs by a kitty bounce.
Lifting his head from his place stretched out on the floor, shackled in a set of prison irons, Tommy eyed the fluffball that had just jumped on his belly yet again, interrupting his concentration. Hardeen simply gazed at him with passive blue eyes, doing what Tommy could only imagine was his version of 'sweet and innocent.'
"You were a brat growing up, and you're a brat now." he muttered, finally willing the cuffs and leg irons open and letting them fall away. As if understanding that he was now the center of attention, Hardeen walked up Tommy's body to sit on his chest and delicately lick his chin.
"Yeah, yeah...I'm whipped. Sue me." he huffed, reaching up to scratch him between the ears. Hardeen began to purr immediately, making Tommy smile and wish that Zee were home. It was something club-related, he knew that much...whether or not she'd finally gotten Dog to check the place out remained to be seen, but she'd said that she would be home within a few hours.
Tommy was holding her to the exact time of eleven thirty...any later, and he was going after her.
Sitting up, he gathered the kitten in his arms and had to wonder at that...his impotent rage, the cat, still sharing the loft even though Zee was definitely sticking around and probably should get her own place...unless she didn't.
Tomorrow night would tell the tale. The Date. In capital letters. He was kind of ashamed of how eager he was to finally get to that point.
Sighing, he stood, Hardeen still in his arms, and playfully slung the kitten over his shoulder as he headed for the kitchen. "Come on, Dash...lady of the house'll be home soon, and it's high time you got fed."
Lifting his head from his place stretched out on the floor, shackled in a set of prison irons, Tommy eyed the fluffball that had just jumped on his belly yet again, interrupting his concentration. Hardeen simply gazed at him with passive blue eyes, doing what Tommy could only imagine was his version of 'sweet and innocent.'
"You were a brat growing up, and you're a brat now." he muttered, finally willing the cuffs and leg irons open and letting them fall away. As if understanding that he was now the center of attention, Hardeen walked up Tommy's body to sit on his chest and delicately lick his chin.
"Yeah, yeah...I'm whipped. Sue me." he huffed, reaching up to scratch him between the ears. Hardeen began to purr immediately, making Tommy smile and wish that Zee were home. It was something club-related, he knew that much...whether or not she'd finally gotten Dog to check the place out remained to be seen, but she'd said that she would be home within a few hours.
Tommy was holding her to the exact time of eleven thirty...any later, and he was going after her.
Sitting up, he gathered the kitten in his arms and had to wonder at that...his impotent rage, the cat, still sharing the loft even though Zee was definitely sticking around and probably should get her own place...unless she didn't.
Tomorrow night would tell the tale. The Date. In capital letters. He was kind of ashamed of how eager he was to finally get to that point.
Sighing, he stood, Hardeen still in his arms, and playfully slung the kitten over his shoulder as he headed for the kitchen. "Come on, Dash...lady of the house'll be home soon, and it's high time you got fed."
