"Con-rad." the all-too-familiar accent killed the silence in the RED medical room. Conrad gripped his pencil tighter.
"Vhat? Vhat do you vant, Fontaine?" he growled. He had already been interrupted by the frenchmen a number of times today, each reason stupider then the last.
"Look what I found outside, mon ami!" Fontaine exclaimed, poking the medic's back with a finger. Conrad sighed and swerved around in his chair to see the spy's latest discovery. His eyes widened upon what he saw.
"Eh." he said with disgust. Fontaine frowned at him.
"Shut up, Conrad. Its adorable! Look at 'im!" the spy said, holding out the kitten. It squirmed around in his hands, trying to claw them with its hind paws. Conrad glared at the spy.
"Fontaine, I hate a lot of things. But cats have to be one of the biggest things. Now get that out of my office." he told him. Fontaine hugged the kitten back to his chest, an offended look on his face. The kitten mewed and started using its claws to climb up the spy's suit.
"You don't like anything I like, mon amour. Zometimes I wonder 'ow this relationship works out!" he huffed, turning away from the medic. Conrad stood up and hugged the spy from behind.
"Mein Liebe, please don't act like zhis. I hate it vhen your in a bad mood." he said. Fontaine crossed his arms, not responding. The kitten stopped when it got to his shoulder and stared at the medic's face. Conrad gently grabbed it from the spy's shoulder, holding it carefully, "I zuppose I could try to like cats."
"Try?" Fontaine questioned, turning back towards the medic. Conrad smiled at him.
"No promises." he said. Fontaine, stubborn as ever, still didn't smile. He grabbed the kitten back from Conrad, cradling it in his arms. The medic examined the kitten a bit more.
"Hm, from zhe looks of it, Fontaine, zhis is a female. Vhat vill you name her?" he asked. Fontaine thought for a moment.
"I don't know. I've never 'ad a cat before." he replied. Conrad frowned.
"Vait. You love cats, but you've never had one?" he said. Fontaine nodded. The medic put his arms back around the spy's waist, careful not to crush the kitten between them, "Vell, zhen I can't let you not keep zhis one."
"Hm, thank you, mon amour." Fontaine said, a excited grin running across his face.
"Your velcome, Fontaine."