Alfred was sitting on the couch with his laptop on his lap, typing something.
Arthur sat beside him, and watched the TV which he turned on himself, and Alfred didn't even question it. His reaction was more like 'Woah!!, you're so smart!' and that's it.
Alfred groaned and let his head fall back. "I hate this," he whined.
He let himself slump to his side with his head near the cat and let the laptop crash onto the couch. "I wish I were cat."
'Pft,' Arthur thought.
"I could just eat and sleep all day."
'Sleeping all day is exhausting.'
"You know, they just don't understand. I tell them that it's normal and they look at me like I'm an alien."
'What is he talking about?'
"Why is life so damn hard." He took Arthur and buried his face into his fur. Arthur jumped a little but didn't protest.
Alfred really liked to complain about his life and stuff that's going on in his college to Arthur. He gets very upset when he starts talking about his family. That they never call and don't care since the day he came out of the closet.
That he doesn't has any friends to talk with, and his social anxiety is getting worse.
He told that when he was younger, he was the most extroverted person ever. But now things have changed and he doesn't has his life in control.
He tries to not let his degrees fall and to get a proper job at least.
It's very upsetting to see him like that. Arthur wished he could help him, but he has no power to do so.
He started to purr, to calm Alfred down. It actually does help him, at least it puts a smile on his face.
When you're a cat, life is easier, they say. But Arthur would say that life gets more awkward.
When Arthur used his little litter box like a good cat does, Alfred walked in, and without a care sat down on the toilet to poop.
Arthur was horrified and wanted to get out but the door was closed. He just sat there and stared at the door like a maniac.
'This is too much. Really, how can he just poop without a care while I'm in here?'
You're just a cat. He seems to think that animals simply don't care.
'But I'm not an animal! Oh good lord, I hope I don't transform in front of him accidentally. That's going to be a disaster.'
If you are going to transform at all.
'What does that mean?' Arthur seemed panic.
Relax, I try to build a tension for your goals.
'Great, the tension being stuck in toilet with a guy who's pooping.'
A lot of couples go together on the toilet.
'But we're not a couple. I'm his cat, wait no, I'm just a roommate. Yeah, a cat roommate.'
If you say so, but Alfred sees the things different. Your his best friend.
'No, don't say that.'
When Alfred gets sad he likes to call his cat whiskers, his best friend, and it is genuinely true that he feels that way.
Arthur isn't keen about it because his 'friends' always leave him, so he doesn't like that term, because everyone leaves at the end, right?
'Yes.'
Wrong. What Arthur doesn't know is that Alfred is in fact a loyal friend.
'Even if he would know that I'm a human in a cats form?'
That's for you to find out.
Arthur found out that he actually liked to be cuddled with.
He sat on Alfred's lap while he scratched his head and ears. It was very calming and nice.
The door bell rang and Alfred had to stand up.
He went to the door and opened it. A few seconds later a boy with platinum blond hair came in.
"Hey Emil, what's up dude? Nice that you came over." He invited him in and closed the door.
"Sure thing," he said rather tired.
Alfred took his laptop and went to the kitchen with Emil. Arthur followed them.
Alfred put the laptop on the table and opened it. Both started to talk about a project.
Arthur didn't really understand what it was about because he was just a cat. Or just a simple human with a basic knowledge of science.
He jumped on Alfred's legs and sat there.
Alfred started scratching his head again. Seems as Arthur likes to be near Alfred, doesn't he?
'I'm here just to see that no one's upsetting him.'
Sure, that's the only reason.
Arthur ignored me and my sarcastic voice, but we both know the truth.
The session went on for hours and in the end Emil was about to leave.
"When do we have to present again?" asked Alfred.
"It starts at 3pm and we have to present our project twice." He yawned and put his hand over his mouth.
"Right..."
"See you there." Emil went out of the door.
Alfred groaned and turned to Arthur who sat on the floor beside him.
"Whiskers, this is terrible. I haven't presented something like this in a long time. I'm totally nervous."
He slumped onto the couch with his face down.
"And then there's gonna be the after party and everyone's got a date and I'm... I'm lonely," he whined and buried his face into a pillow. "Ugh.. I don't wanna go."
Arthur understood that too well. He had troubles finding a partner too. It went to a point where he didn't care anymore and just shut off to everyone.
Who knows if that was a good idea but at least he didn't felt desperate anymore.
He went on to sit on Alfred's back and just chill. Alfred took the remote control and put on a marvel movie.
Arthur never seen one before but it looked promising. He especially liked the main character who did magic.
Later at night, Arthur was sleeping on the couch and then heard Alfred crying again.
He stood up and went to his room. It was already normal that Arthur would comfort him at night, and sometimes he slept beside him on his bed. It wasn't annoying to Arthur if he's honest. He actually quite liked to cuddle with Alfred.
He was warm and somehow cute.
'I never said that!' Arthur defended himself.
But you think that.
Arthur slipped through the door that was open a bit and was about to jump on the bed when he heard something else.
Something like a clapping and then a moan?
Oh.
'Oh, bolloks,' Arthur stopped in his position.
Alfred wasn't crying, nope. He did something completely different.
Arthur run out of the room as quietly as possible and jumped on the couch again.
He completely forgot needs like that since he turned into a cat. And hearing Alfred do that, he felt like a pervert.
'Did you know that he was doing this?'
No.
'Are you lying?'
... Maybe.
'Ugh.'
Arthur put his paws over his ears to damp out the noice.
'Damn you cat ears.'