Sometimes, it was the small comfort of her hand in his. Sometimes, it was the way he held her when she cried like she had after losing her father. Sometimes it was the way he whispered her name as they made love, his breath warm against her neck. Sometimes it was his absence that reminded her of just how much she loved him. During those moments, Katarina knew with absolute certainty that she would give her life for his. That she would do anything for him.

But moments like these? These were moments that made Katarina wonder why she had to fall in love with this man.

"Why the fuck," she said, enunciating each word clearly and with venom. Just to get the message across. "Is there a poro in my kitchen?"

The poro in question, a cute, fluffy thing with curled horns, was currently playing around Garen's feet.

Garen's grin was sheepish. He knew she was less than pleased by the fluffy white creature's presence in their house—much less the kitchen. Katarina liked to keep the house clean and tidy, and the mess on the floor wasn't helping. There were toys, slobber, and white tufts of fur scattered across the floor, and there was even fur on the kitchen table. Great.

"I found him on the side of the road," Garen explained. "I couldn't just leave him."

"Does my house look like a pet shelter to you?" Kat asked with a sigh as she walked further into the room. She wiped the fur off the corner of the table and dumped her purse on the flat surface. She sat heavily in one of the chairs, her eyes narrowing as she watched the poro waddle around Garen's legs.

Garen was sitting on the tiled floor, his long legs spread out before him. Small poro toys lay on the ground around him, and a bag of Poro Snax was perched on the counter behind him, half empty.

The poro sniffed curiously at Garen's sock before squeaking and hopping back, shaking from side to side and letting out a sneeze.

Garen chortled. "I guess he thinks my feet are stinky," he laughed.

"He's right," Kat teased, unable to keep a quick smirk off her lips. But then she cleared her throat. "Garen, we can't keep him."

Garen was quiet. The little poro tried to hop onto his leg, but couldn't quite make it. It tried again, then again, and then finally managed to land on top of Garen's knee. The poro gurgled happily before clawing its way up Garen's leg and then pawing at his stomach until Garen lifted him into his arms.

"Why not?" Garen asked, his eyes never leaving the poro, who snuggled into his embrace.

Kat shook her head. "We... We're never home. Poros need affection, everyone knows that."

"We can give him affection when we get home from work," Garen said. "We won't leave him alone for too long."

"He'll chew on all the furniture," Kat said.

"We have enough money to replace anything he chews up."

Kat watched as the poro wiggled in Garen's arms. Then the little creature made eye contact with her, and its eyes lit up. It started squirming furiously in Garen's arms. Oh, no.

"We don't have a Poro door," Kat said.

"I can fix one up over the weekend," Garen said. "It's not hard."

Kat was quiet. "He'll lick everything," she said. "It'll be slimy."

"It's not so bad," Garen said with a grin. Then he started walking towards her, and Kat leaned back in her chair.

He held out the poro to her. "Do you want to hold him?" he asked.

"No," Kat said, but the creature wriggled itself free from Garen's grasp and hopped into her lap.

Despite herself, she let out an uncharacteristic squeal, and instinctively picked it up, the pads of its feet soft against her hands. It licked her fingers immediately and panted, its tongue lolling out of its mouth. And the little guy was smiling. Oh, no.

Ugh.

Kat wouldn't get attached to this thing. She sighed and put the animal in her lap, and it hopped excitedly on her leg before pawing at her stomach and hopping some more.

"Damn it," Kat said, relenting and picking up the creature once more, this time cradling it in her arms.

It squeaked and rolled onto its back, clearly expecting a belly rub.

"Fuck off," she muttered before rubbing its belly.

Garen laughed. "So, can we keep him?"

Ugh.

"Please?" Garen was using those puppy eyes. She always had a hard time resisting his puppy eyes.

Ugh.

"Fine," she said. She shifted the poro and handed it back to Garen, who took it and held it under one arm. "But you're cleaning the poop. I'm not touching the stuff."

"Deal!" Garen agreed.

And that was how they agreed to adopt a poro.

A/N: Two different authors actually inspired this story. The first was FicfansEverywhere, who asked me if I wrote any one-shots. The second was Tahimikamaxtli, who wrote an absolutely adorable drabble involving Riven and Yasuo and the cutest little poros. Go check it out. Please. It's so damn cute.

Anyways, I figure I can update this every once in a while. Just a series of cute little fluffy drabbles. Hope you all enjoy!