Munkustrap
It was late and pouring outside.
Munkustrap lay curled up in his favourite spot on the bed, listening to the music that was turned down low but still audible (It was back to the Linkin Park obsession he noted) and rythmetic typing and silence that indicated a game (Dota no doubt) in progress.
He got up and stretched before going over to the desk and jumping onto it to walk over the keyboard keys, rubbing against the hand on it and twisting under the arms before turning and rubbing against the screen and repeating his earlier actions.
She had played enough and he was bored.
She laughed, halting her game to pick him up and running her fingers down his side, planting a kiss on his head.
"Lancelot (of all names to be called) what are you doing? Can you see I'm busy playing you crazy thing?"
Munkustrap just purred, nuzzling his head under her chin.
She grinned and hugged him.
"You little purr engine." She held him, scratching his back before nuzzling her nose in his fur.
Munkustrap smiled as he settled himself in her arms.
He knew the routine too well.
She wouldn't start on her game again anytime soon.
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