"B-but, Haruhi,"
"No,"
"Haruhi, I just—"
"No."
"But I—"
"NO."
Haruhi wanted to smack her husband Tamaki.
Straight up, yo.
He had insisted that they needed a cat, although Haruhi didn't think so.
She sighed, "Why do we need a cat again?"
Tamaki squealed, "Because, Haruhi! They're so cute and cuddly, and you can even name it!"
"…Really?"
"Huh?"
"So if we get a cat, I can name it?"
Tamaki looked confused, "Yes, Haruhi, you can. After your most favorite person if you'd like!"
He was obviously referring to himself.
"No."
"HARUHI!"
She sighed again, "If I say yes, will you take care of it?"
Tamaki's eyes lit up, "YES!"
Haruhi narrowed her eyes, "That means cleaning its litter box, playing with it, feeding it—"
"Oh yes, Haruhi! I'll do all of that and more!"
"…you already got the cat, didn't you?"
Tamaki laughed nervously as he pulled out the kitten from behind him.
It kind of came out of no where...but it was Tamaki, so…
Haruhi looked at the cat. It was mostly black with white paws.
She sighed—it was kind of cute…
"Okay."
"YOSH—"
"So, I get to name it?"
Tamaki nodded, "Yes, Haruhi! What name do you want for our kitty?!"
"…Kyouya."
Tamaki gave Haruhi the oddest appalled look she's ever seen.
"…WHAT?!"
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Yeah, this kind of had no point. But I was bored.
I don't own Ouran in any way! (I don't know why we have to put this, I mean, we obviously don't own it.)