Day 3: In Which She Shames Him For Shaming His Cat
Elsa watched people wandering through the streets, her feelings a mosaic of annoyance, helplessness, and every other feeling in between. Surely, movement had lessened considerably in the past few days, but some reckless idiots still dared to go outside regardless of every health organization in the world telling them not to. She huffed, distress making her chest tighten and her breath shallow.
Her ears perked up at the sound of rustling next door, and she smiled at her neighbor from over her shoulder.
"Hi, Jack."
"Hey." Jack went to lean against the railing and looked sideways at her. "So? How are you coping with your house arrest?"
She hummed, letting her forehead rest against the steel. "Bored. I think I've already cleaned my oven three times this week."
Jack snorted. "I hear you. There are so many photos I can take of Fat Diana before it becomes repetitive."
Elsa frowned. "Who's… Fat Diana?"
She watched his smirk taking shape, and the mischief he emanated sent a chill of apprehension down her spine.
"Wait here," he said, pushing himself to stand upright. Before stepping inside his living room, he turned and pointed at her with narrowed eyes. "Don't move."
Soon later, Jack was coming out with a bundled up fluffy blanket in his arms. Upon further inspection, Elsa realized that it was, in reality, a rather overweight grey cat he carried. The cat tried to squirm free, but Jack kept it pressed firmly against his chest.
"Elsa, meet Diana, or how I've been calling her since she went on a weight-gaining spree, Fat Diana." Jack rubbed his face on the cat's back, and Diana purred as she stretched her spine.
Elsa hid a chuckle behind her hand. "Are you seriously fat shaming your own cat?"
"I mean, I keep filling her food bowl, so I'm pretty sure I'm entitled to some shaming."
Diana, apparently fed off with his judgemental tone, dug her claws into the inner side of her owner's arm, making him cry in pain.
"Fuck, Diana!" Jack shouted as the cat leaped off to her much-deserved freedom.
Elsa was openly laughing at that point. She rested her chin on her hand as she shook her head disapprovingly. "Serves you right."
jack snorted, a hand still clutching his freshly punctured skin. "Oh, sure, take her side. That doesn't upset me at all."
"Us girls have to stick together," she said with shrug.
Elsa tried to catch another glimpse of the cat, but to her disappointment, Diana remained hidden too deep inside Jack's apartment. And as she waited for the cat to reappear, she sensed its owner's eyes on her. She shifted on her feet, and ignoring her reddening cheeks, she looked up.
"What?"
Puzzlement had completely filled his eyes, and Elsa felt even more self-conscious under his gaze.
"... You're unbelievable."
I have come up with 13 prompts for tiny drabbles (counting the chapters already published). So see you tomorrow.
