[IC] - Note to Texas

[americasempire]

[New York knew that Hammerspace was going to let him go home for a while. But...well...with the things that he had to take care of - some less than legal and others involving kicking his bosses asses his government, he knew he would not be able to take his kitten home with him. So...someone would need to watch Sam

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[spurslikestars]

*Judging from the way Texas looked at the basket when he opened his door again, crouched down, read the note, and promptly went back in his room and closed the door, sans kitten, he disagreed.*

*Maybe it was Hammerspace messing with him. He waited a few minutes. He opened the door again.*

*The cat was still there.*

...Goddamnit.

*That seemed to make Sam stir; He rolled onto his back and stretched out, blinking his eyes open groggily to look at Texas. He gave a soft mew before curling up on his other side and seemingly dropping off to sleep again.*

...Yeah, you sleep. You better sleep til Michael gets back.

*Gingerly, Texas picked up the basket and brought it into his room. He closed the door.*

*There would be words between him and his lover when he saw the Northerner again.*

[spurslikestars]

*Later on, Texas had hauled the cat and its basket to New York's kitchen with him. The kitten sat on the table, watching and meowing as Texas moved around, looking for some form of cat food.*

I hear you already, damn it. I'm lookin'. Goddamnit, Michael, couldn't you-a just left me shit for it too. Fuck, you owe me for all this shit-

*Sam cocked his head and meowed. Finally fed up, Texas turned to look at the cat, completely stopping in his search.*

You're hungry, I know! Either quit cryin' or catch a rat, I'm doin' the best I goddamn can! Fuck, my ribs...*The kitten shrunk back a little at the yelling, and did quiet down. He watched the state with large, almost sad looking eyes as he shambled about the kitchen more

[spurslikestars]

*Texas wasn't quite sure where the sheriff's badge shaped name tag with "SAM" engraved on it came from... But he couldn't deny it looked alright on New York's kitten, hanging off the knot of the small red bandanna Roslyn had made for it. Not bad at all...*

*Which made being pinned on his bed by the kitten sleeping on his stomach... Tolerable.*

...

*At least he didn't have much else to do other than smoke. Until Houston showed up to yell at him for it, anyway...*