Roy Mustang

The apartment wasn't so quiet when Roy made it back from his shift at the station. He could hear the mewling on the other side of the door as he put the key in the lock and the second he opened it, he was greeted by two excited kittens.

"I wasn't gone that long," he told them, closing the door behind him before they could plan an escape. They were more interested in making him almost trip over them however and he had to pay attention as he carefully slid his jacket off and over his injured hand.

No sooner had he taken it off or there was a pulling at the jacket and he glanced down to find Ow jumping up to catch the cords. "Stop that," he told the kitten, leaning down to make him stop, but Ow darted away and then launched another attack at the jacket from the other side.

"Ow..." Roy frowned and put his jacket over the back of the armchair only to get Ow now trying to bite on his pant leg. The instant he leaned down to grab him, the kitten wriggled out of his hold and renewed the attack, wanting to continue to play. Dee jumped on the couch and settled down to watch them.

It was going to be an interesting evening.

Roy should have known better than to agree to cat sitting, but apparently he was a softie after all. He blamed it on Aly being blonde.

Either way, when he decided to sit down on the couch, it had been for just a moment. Dee however had other plans and instantly jumped on his lap which resulted in a very vicious argument where Roy tried to plead that he really should change out of his uniform first and Dee just looked at him with big eyes. With a sigh, Roy gave in and settled back on the couch. Dee instantly curled up and started purring while Ow was inspecting the rest of the apartment.

What happened next was unclear. One could presume that Roy's lack of sleep caught up with him because the next thing he knew, he woke up to something chewing on his ear. Roy blinked awake and there was still a warm, fuzzy ball in his lap.

"Ow!" He reached up to grab the cat from the back of the couch and rubbed at his ear as he plopped the cat down beside him. "Behave," he told it and got bitten in the hand as thanks. He knew he liked dogs better as Ow happily purred in triumph.

((For the cat owner.))