Azusa dragged the feather toy left, right, to the floor and then the arm of the couch. The older of their cats looked on from the opposite arm with mild curiosity, but the younger cat dashed from one point to the next to the last.

"Gotcha!" Azusa declared, dropping the toy and scooping the cat up in his arms.

Decibel squirmed, wide eyes still following the fall of the toy, as Azusa sank into the couch and nuzzled his face against her fur.

Click.

Azusa glared at the mouth of the hallway, the source of the sound, and lowered the cat to his lap. Decibel bounded out of his arms as his hold faltered and scampered after the feather toy.

"I fixed it," Morgan declared proudly, camera in hand. They left it to hang on a strap around their neck while they waited for the photo to develop.

"Warn me when you're gonna do that!" Azusa grumbled.

"And miss this?" Morgan gestured vaguely to the cats, giggling.

Azusa grew red, lunging out of his seat and down the hall. Morgan dashed into the master bedroom at the far end and slammed the door behind them, shutting him out. Azusa huffed, doing his best to scowl through the door.

He leaned up against it and cooed softly. "Morgan."

They didn't answer. The giggling had stopped.

"Morgan, let me in, dear," he tried again through grit teeth, he turned the knob and leaned against the door. They had to be standing against it; his leaning did nothing to move it.

Globus flau. The words were so quiet, he wasn't sure he had heard them at all.

"I'm coming in." He shoved this time. The door swung inward without resistance and he stumbled into the bedroom. Morgan was tucking their wand away. Azusa reached for their hands, both of them empty, but the thumb and index finger of one hand blackened.

"Where is it?" he asked.

"It didn't turn out," Morgan replied, putting on a smile. If not the ash, then the smell of smoke should have given it away.

"I wasn't that mad-" Azusa sighed, and amended, "I wasn't mad, stupid."

"It's okay," Morgan said, staring fixedly at the butterfly charm he wore. "Not supposed to shake these things, they don't turn out right."

Azusa released their hands, cupping their cheeks instead and tilting their head back to meet them eye-to-eye. The smile was gone, their features ashen. "The camera didn't work, did it?"

Morgan curled their hands around his, giving them a gentle squeeze. "Not the way I thought it would."