AN: A 300-word story written for Kel the Nightmare on her birthday! -huggle- Yes, it was on this day my co-author came into this world. I believe it was T.S. Eliot himself who said "April is the cruellest month". In any case, enjoy! And, of course, none of it belongs to me. I'm not even the first to do this pairing…
"Beautiful weather we're having."
"Shut the fuck up."
"My, such language!"
A low, threatening growl. "I swear, if I could see you, I'd… Ow! Watch where you're going, jackass!"
"I believe that's a street lamp, my dear friend."
Another snarl. "Bloody fog! I can't see a damn thing!"
"Try to stay close, we don't want to get separated. We'd never find each other again."
"And that'd be a bad thing?"
"Shut the bloody hell up."
"Oh, now who's using language?"
"Yes, but I didn't say fuck."
"You did just now."
"But only as an example."
"But you still said it."
A sigh. "Do you have any idea how to get back to the Junkyard?"
"What's this? The new Jellicle leader can't find his own kingdom?"
"You're not the only one with claws, smart ass, and I'm a hell of a lot stronger than you are. So if you get me pissed off, you'd better say your last prayers to the Everlasting Cat."
"You couldn't find me."
"Want to take that chance?"
A small noise of defeat. "Okay, you're right. You're stronger than me. Happy now?"
"I'll be a lot happier when we're back in the Junkyard."
"Same goes here, even if it's only because of you."
"Only because of… What are you talking about! I'm the one destined for greatness! You, on the other paw…"
"You're all but a fucking temp leader!"
"You're nothing but some flashy moves and a second-rate voice!"
"Fuck you!"
"You'd like to."
"You know it."
There was a brief silence, and two paws somehow met through the thick fog.
"I'm sorry I said that, I wasn't thinking. You're really an amazing actor, Gus."
"And I'm sure you'll last at least three months without getting dethroned, Deuteronomy."
A blind, clumsy kiss.
"That was my eye!"
"Sorry…"