Carlos yawned, stretching out his limbs and feeling languid. He loved late mornings, sleeping in and awaking at his own pace.
He decided to get up and make breakfast for everybody, assuming no one else was awake. James still slept soundly behind him, and he assumed Logan and Kendall would be in the same state.
He took the stairs a few at a time, making only dull thuds thanks to the thick carpet and his weight. The Latino heard some rustling, smiling, thinking Kendall and/or Logan had already awoken and the latter was already making fifty different kinds of breakfast foods.
But that wasn't what he encountered.
Sleeping on the big fluffy couch, sprawled out lewdly and intertwined, were the cat-girls.
The light one's ears perked up at the sound of his surprise, eyes popping open, looking frightened. She pawed her friend rapidly, waking the dark one. Instead of showing fear, this one looked annoyed.
Her nostrils flared as she leaped up, landing in the middle of the carpet on all fours, hissing violently, curling her fingers and sharpened nails into the carpet.
"Shhh, heyhey, relax…" Carlos was freaking out, but trying to sound calm. He wondered how the hell they got in, but it didn't matter, because, well, here they were!
Carlos brainstormed, trying to come up with a way to calm the vicious kitty.
"AHA!" he scrambled towards the kitchen, going through cupboards until he found the Nutella.
The boys dropped to his knees and sat down, a few feet from the still-hissing girl. He looked from her to the light one, who seemed a little less afraid. He made kissing sounds at the kitty-girls, comforting clicks and a low tone of voice, trying to calm them.
Eventually, the dark one seized the hissing, still glaring daggers at the boy. The light girl crawled up next to her friend, nuzzling her shoulder and bumping it. The dark girl dropped down on her spot on the carpet, lying there, yet ready to pounce at any moment.
The light one slowly edged over, keeping eye contact with the Latino. Carlos unscrewed the cap of the spread and dipped his finger into it, then stretched his hand out to her.
Her ears pricked, tail swishing in apprehension. He heard the dark one let a low cat-growl (he secretly thought it was the most adorable sound ever).
The light one scooted closer, finally within distance of Carlos' outstretched hand. Her eyes were comically wide, the leafy green color shimmering in the morning sun. She leaned forward, almost seemed to be waiting for an inevitable grab at her, but Carlos just waited.
Finally, the girl flicked her tongue out and licked at the chocolate-hazelnut substance.
But she leaped back about a foot and a half instantly.
Carlos just sat, holding out his finger-full of Nutella.
She leaned again, still keeping eye contact as Carlos smiled at her. Her lips quirked as she settled closer and started lapping at his finger.
The dark one snorted behind her. But still came up on her friend's left, eying Carlos suspiciously as she peaked around the place. It was a little awkward for Carlos when she came up, since her hair wasn't as long as the blonde's, ineffectively covering up her top half.
Carlos blushed, averting his eyes from the cat-girls private regions. "Easy, kitties, I won't hurt you." He dipped his other fingers into the spread and held it out for the dark one, who sighed and began lapping at his fingers as well.
"Damn you two are adorable! Seriously, how can two creature-things be this adorable!" The dark one growled again. "You don't—understand me do you?" the dark girl snorted and rolled her eyes while the blonde nodded.
"Duh! Of course you do! You are at least half human! Um, can you talk?" They shook their heads.
"That's sad, I'll teach you guys! First of all, my name is Carlos." The blonde sat on her haunches, looking adorable with the little smears of Nutella around her mouth, and plopped her foot in his lap, pointing to a little anklet. If you could call the string and laminated paper tag that.
"Laura, that's your name?" she nodded enthusiastically. "Does your friend have one?"
Laura reached over and grabbed her friend's ankle, making her yelp as she spun her around, giving her ankle to Carlos. She huffed.
"Katy," the addressed nodded in agreement, sticking her tongue out at the name, showing her distaste of it. "Well I think it's cute." Katy turned fully to him with hope in her eyes, her lips finally twitching into a smile. "You look better when you smile, so stop being so pouty! C'mon, let's make food, I bet you're hungry."