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"Come on," Sasha whined, tugging on the back on Jean's shirt. He stopped in his tracks, sending her a murderous glare.
"No," he said shortly.
"But why?"
"I have better things to be doing than climbing up trees."
"It's a kitten! And it's injured!" Sasha said insistently, tugging Jean's shirt again as if trying to force him back with her.
"You do it then," he replied, rolling his eyes at her pouting expression.
"It'll only take a second," Sasha begged, instead of replying. "Please?"
Jean frowned down at her, weighing the consequences of helping her, versus listening to her whine at him all day. Putting it like that, helping her seemed to be infinitely better than the former option. She could go on and hours and hours and hours sometimes, something which he had firsthand experience with, and she was right in that it would be over quickly.
Shaking off her hand, he let out a short, "Fine," to which she squealed at, and dragged him in the direction of the tree.
It was located a few minutes from their previous location, and looking up at the trees, Jean could feel doubt surge up through him. He could see the kitten from the bottom, and it peered pitifully down at them. Its leg was bent at an odd angle.
"See?" Sasha said, pointing. "It's hurt!"
"Yeah, yeah, I see it," he said. "Why don't you go get it? I'll wait here for you."
"But—"
"You're lighter," he said, cutting off her argument before she began. "You have less of a chance of snapping the branch."
Sasha made a face at him, before reluctantly agreeing. Jean helped boost her up, and then she was off, slowly making her way up to the kitten. It wasn't too far up, but a fall like that could end up with very painful injuries.
Finally, after what seemed a while, she reached the kitten. It backed away from her, hissing slightly, but she managed to soothe in into her arms. She had always been good with animals, he mused to himself.
Then they began their descent.
At first, it was going pretty well. Aside from a few stumbles that she managed to right herself from quickly, she had a steady pace, and didn't seem in any danger of falling.
Of course, then, she had to trip.
Letting out a curse, Jean lunged forward, to either break her fall, or catch her.
The last thing he expected was a kick to the face, as Sasha managed to cling onto a lower branch with one hand, the other cradling the kitten to her chest.
Staggering back, he gingerly felt the skin around his nose, hoping it wasn't broken. It stung slightly, but it didn't seem too bad. All the while, Sasha plopped down to the ground, and headed towards him.
"I'm never helping you again," he grumbled as she came closer, and all she could manage was a sheepish laugh, before handing him the kitten.
"Here you go," she said. Then, all he could see of her was her back as she sprinted away.
"Fuck—" he cursed.
She had saddled him with the injured kitten, knowing as well as he did that pets weren't allowed in the dorms.
He shifted the kitten more comfortably against his arm, and headed back towards the living quarters, mind already planning revenge.
He would definitely get her back.
