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[24 July – 14:24]

[Romance is fickle. There, I said it. We're needy things, us people. We need it. Romance; that's why there are books about it - Films about it - A whole day dedicated to it. Valentine's day. Need I say more? The one day of the year that's great! …if you're in a relationship. For everyone else; the single people, it's stupid. One of the biggest commercialized holidays. Ever. That's the jealousy speaking of course. It's a day for couples to expresses their love for one another through tacky teddy's and expensive chocolate. And cards, can't forget the cards.

'My life would suck without you…' 'I love you for being in my life…' 'We make such a good pear' (Yes, as in the fruit)

A valentine's card is one of the cringiest you can ever receive. Fact.

But getting back to my original point, romance is forever changing. What was once acceptable 'back in the day' are seen as stupid or they make your shoulders rise past your head as you experience the biggest cringe of your day so far. But I'm the type of person that likes to know why things happen. You never sat there and thought to yourself 'What is love.'

It's one of those questions that philosophy teachers love to throw at you, and you respond by sitting there; mouth flapped open and closed, greatly resembling the fish that's in its tank in your front room. You don't know. 'No-one knows.' That's what you'll think to yourself however, someone does know… or, someone's know… people know. They have been cool enough to look into such a question and spew out tonnes of facts, figures and big words that only oxford dictionary's know.

And then, some awesome person with too much time will come along and translate such information in too much simpler terms so the nighty-nine present of people who didn't understand the big words can now understand the information they've wanted to find out for years… well, minutes. Yes, I'm talking about myself.

So this thing we feel. We call it love. We call it love because some dude called it that and it caught on, however 'love' feels like what you'd think it would. Warm. Fluffy. Sweet. Ugh. However, there is a plus side to this thing that takes over a whole day once a year. This Love thing is Mother Nature's way of keeping us human beings alive and reproducing.

Seriously. This love thing is all in our brain. It's just our brains having a party, serving up cocktails of chemicals that just happen to entice our brains into falling in love, or at least releasing those bitchy chemicals that cause the feeling. We believe we're choosing a partner. It's our choice. We pick who we wanna pick; when actually it's just us acting out Mother Nature's plan. And this whole 'It's all in the charm and persuasion thing'… Lies. It takes us nighty seconds and four minutes to decide if we fancy someone. Yeah, you read right. Four minutes. Not years; minutes.

And do you wanna know how we fall in love? I was awesome enough to look it up:

55% of why we fancy someone – Body language.

38% of why we fancy someone – The tone and speed of their voice. The tone and speed. Speed. What picky bitch rejects someone due to the fact that they talk to slow/fast for their liking?

And shockingly, 7% of why we fancy someone is due to what they say. Maybe I should get the bullshitters of the world to read that lil' fact -

7% bullshitters 7%

So even though I know all this; I can't stop myself from 'falling in love', as it's called. Apparently this is what Mother Nature wanted. Unrequited love. That nausea you feel when you see the person Mamma-N decided you wanna fancy, talking to someone else. The one they like. And all you can do is cheer them on, you are their a friend after all, you help a little bit because it's what you're meant to do. Although it hurts, while you're watching them laugh at their jokes, when that person walks away and you see that smile on their face; the one that literally causes a twinkle in their eye, you can't help but smile too…

Mother Nature is one hell of a bitch.]

"Oh Tim, I have no idea what's what anymore…"

Allen reached out and closed his laptop lid; he was getting tired of all this blogger hunting. It just seemed no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't figure out who the Blogger could be. "If only you were a human Tim… You'd help me… that's be awesome, I'd be like we were super heroes and you where my sidekick!" Tim's body twitched from the changing pitch in Allen's voice, he pulled his ears back, close to his head, trying his hardest to block his slave's voice out. Alas, he could not. He heard the familiar screech of the drawer being pulled out, the rustle of that god damn note book and the irritating scratch of his slaves pencil against the paper.

Tim had had enough, he got up from the hot spot on his slave's bed; jumping onto his slaves desk he made himself comfy atop the god damn book. He opened his mouth to meow in his slaves face but before Tim could get his voice box working he felt the urge to yawn. So he did… right in his slave's giant face.

"Oh God! Tim, you-your breath reeks! We need to cut down on the wet cat food!"

Tim stood his ground; he spread his paws apart and stood firm. He opened his mouth to meow but a high pitched buzz interrupted him, causing the air to rush out his lungs. He had always hated that stupid doorbell buzz machine. Tim watched as his slave smiled at him and got up, nuzzling his head as he walked in the direction of the front door. As soon as that door opened Tim felt his ears close in agains't his head again.

"Tch 'bout time"

"Al! I can't wait to snoop around your house, imsoexcited!"

"Ahaha Al she'd been waiting for this moment since we first met ya…"

They all stopped as they got inside, Allen wasn't too sure if it was the state of his lounge or something else. Tim however knew what it was. Tim was stood behind Allen, paws spread apart, once again ready to stand his ground. He could handle the small one; she had that look all women had when they saw Tim. Tim was a ladies cat, what could he say, they adored him.

"Aww Al! Your cat's so cute!" Lenalee had her eyes closed in pure bliss; Allen house had already beaten her expectations. The first thing she sees when walking in; a giant yellow ball of fluff with the cutest blue doe eyes. She was in love.

So Tim knew he had full control over the cute small one, but it was the two taller ones he wasn't sure about. The long haired one looked kinda scary, he'd been staring at Tim while the other talked but he hadn't said anything about him yet. Tim wasn't so sure where he stood with that guy. He'd test him. Tim stopped standing his ground and walked over to Kanda's leg, he decided to play the lady killer. He rubbed his body against Kanda's leg, purred and looked up at him all at the same time. Oh yeah, he had him in the palm of his paw.

"Ah ha ha… sorry 'bout Tim, he seems to have taken a liking to you… Kanda…" Allen stared at Tim in some kind of bewilderment, what on earth does Tim see in Kanda's leg? Allen looked at Kanda's leg, it was long... seemed firm but Allen still didn't see the reason for Tim's fascination with it.

Tim stopped the nuzzling and looked up into Kanda's eyes, now for the killer…

"Mraow" Tim watched as the eye's softened. HE HAD WON! Kanda bent down and scooped up the fluff ball, Tim felt himself get cradled against the firm chest of said man. Allen watched, mouth agape, at the sight of his cat against Kanda's chest. It was a strangly nice sight, Kanda seemed almost… happy.

"Oi midget, your cat's all cuddly with me…" Almost.

"Yeah well what d'you expect, you picked him up." Allen stepped closer to Kanda in order to get Tim, not really sure how to do so he just shoved his arms under the fur of Tim and pulled. Kanda grimaced at Tim's grumble.

"Your cat's gunna get all psycho in a minute…"

"Really? I hadn't noticed"

"Just sayin'"

"No-one asked!"

Lavi and Lenalee watched from their seat on the sofas. From where they were, it looked like a giant group hug with a distraught Tim in the middle. Lavi smiled at Allen slightly pink face, how his eyes closed, how he turned away slightly. Lavi would guess that Allen was secretly enjoying himself. Lenalee felt herself smile too, Kanda had his eyebrows creased. Years of Kanda observation has informed her that that is in fact a good sign.

"Give me my bloody cat back you swine"

"Psh swine? Who says swine?"

"I do! Gimme Tim back. Now."

Tim interrupted them by growling again, both boys lifted their arms up in surrender, in fear the cat would claw them both. Tim fell, twisted in some kinda acrobatic manner; landed on his feet and trotted in the direction of Lenalee. He jumped on the sofa and settled down next to the woman he knew adored him.

He was never letting that man hold him. Never.