Antonio was a different breed all his own. He was like some sort of overly energetic dog that was always exited to see you, even if you had only left the room for a few moments.

And when the Spaniard lost his job and moved in with Lovino, he seemed more and more like such.

"Are you really sure this is okay? You didn't have to do this." Antonio said for the fifteenth time that day. Lovino sighed, gripping the steering wheel. "Yes, Antonio. I told you, it's perfectly fine."

"I mean you've lived so long without a roommate. I wouldn't want to impose on your lifestyle." The brunette continued, though his eyes were darting to everything that they passed on the road.
"It's fine, Antonio." Lovino repeated. In truth, the house had started to feel a bit…empty, once Feliciano moved out. But the other twin had grown restless staying in one place. He wanted to leave their small town and move to the city, maybe see the world. And that's just what Feliciano had done.
Lovino had begun receiving post cards a year after Feliciano had left, from fabulous places like Paris, Istanbul, Moscow, Athens, even New York. He was happy for his brother, but Lovino also missed the other terribly.

"Lovi, stop!" The Italian slammed his foot on the breaks, the small car screeching to a halt. He turned to look sharply at his shouting companion, eyes wide. "For God's sake, what?" Lovino snapped in question. But Antonio had already unbuckled himself, climbing out of the car.

Lovino watched in annoyance as Antonio moved to the front of the car, hunching over. When he straightened, he was holding something in his arms.

Wait…

Was that a cat?

"What are you doing in the road like that? We nearly ran you over!" Antonio chided to the kitten as he climbed back into the passenger's seat. Lovino was staring at him. "You would have been a little furry pancake!"
"Antonio?"

"But Lovi stopped the car just in time. So we'll go home, get you some fish to eat, maybe a drop of milk-"
"Antonio."

The Spaniard abruptly stopped his gushing. "Oh, yes?"

"We are not keeping a fucking cat." Lovino huffed. Antonio quickly adopted a bit of a pout. "But Lovi, look at him. He doesn't have a home!"

He sighed, looking down at the cat who had nestled up against Antonio's shirt. It was a skinny little thing, with a white body and light brown splotches here and there. His hair was sticking up a bit, but despite being thin, it looked healthy enough. Just underfed.

Lovino pinched the bridge of his nose. "You're cleaning up after it." He muttered, starting the car up again. Antonio gave a grin, scratching behind the cat's ears.

Lovino shook his head, turning down the street. "…Let's stop at the store. We can get it a litter box…maybe a bed." He said the last part a bit quietly and Antonio pretended he hadn't heard.

"You sure do like strays, Lovino."