Hiroki looked from his boyfriend to the intruder, and wasn't entirely sure who to crush first.
"We can't keep it."
Nowaki held up the (unnervingly) brown-furred kitten with a pleading look in his eyes - one that the kitten seemed to match. "It followed me home. It's hungry and tired. Can't we just -"
"We're never around long enough to take care of anything; we barely have time with each other as it is."
"...What if I'd just left you on the street?"
"..." Sigh. "Fine. But it can't sleep in our bed."
"Yes,"
"And since you're the one who brought it home, you can pay for the vet bills it'll need. Shots and stuff."
"Yes,"
"And -"
Hiroki suddenly found himself at a loss for words as a pair of long arms wrapped around him, threatening to squeeze the life out of his chest.
"Thank you, Hiro-san," Nowaki breathed into his hair, graciousness apparent in every warm word. Hiroki struggled to extricate himself from the embrace, batting at him in frustration.
"Don't do that; it's just a cat. It's not like we're having a kid or something."
Silence.
"On second thought, Hiro-san -"
"No."
A/n: For Sepphira Mitoki, who fields my fandom text messages any time of day. "They would have a cat, and..."
(Disclaimer: I don't own Junjou Egoist.)