"There is a cat in our dryer."
Allen looks up from his newspaper. "What was that?"
"There is a cat in our dryer," Kanda repeats. Blinks. "It's getting fur all on the clothes."
Because he hears what Kanda is not saying, Allen reluctantly puts down the newspaper and follows Kanda to the garage. The dryer is a clunky old thing, a hand-me-down with a dent in one side, and the door is open to reveal a softly purring black cat curled up on the sheets.
"How'd you get in?" Allen laughs despite himself, and he stoops to stretch out a hand toward the cat. Lets it sniff his fingers before twitching its whiskers and allowing him to stroke its head, focusing on the back of the ears.
Meanwhile Kanda is fidgeting, crossing and uncrossing his arms.
Allen glances up to notice the open garage door and a soda can on top of the dryer, and puts it all together.
Kanda usually opened the door whenever he was doing chores in the garage, claiming that he felt claustrophobic without actually saying so, and he must have left after doing so to grab a soda. And he wouldn't say any of this partially because he hated explaining himself and partially because he didn't want to admit he had left to get a soda. "Too sweet," his murderous glare had said when Allen had offered him one last week.
The cat closes its eyes when Allen begins to scratch under its chin, and dark fur falls gently onto the clean clothes, the current focus of Kanda's attention. Allen sighs contentedly; he's always wanted a pet.
So of course...
"Let's adopt it."
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