Fei wrinkles his nose. He’s lost this argument already, he knows he has. There’s no getting through to SARU if he’s so worried about this cat, and what kind of person would leave an injured kitten at the side of the road? Not them. If Fei was aware of the kitten’s situation in the first place, he would’ve been more eager to help.
“It’s small,” it’s an observation, one that makes Fei bite his lower lip and his brows knit together in something akin to concern. “I wonder where its mother is.” He lifts his green sight from the cat that seems far too comfortable tucked against SARU and onto the boy’s face. Letting his gaze linger, putting up a stern front to rival SARU’s stubborn stare before he draws in a sigh, signalling his defeat and his companion’s victory, arms slumping back to his sides.
“Let’s go,” opening the apartment door for SARU, so the taller boy can focus more on handling the cat. “Take her into the bathroom, I’ll…go get the first aid kit.”
; Honestly, he couldn’t keep a relieved sigh from slipping from his lips. He couldn’t have left the pitiful creature alone.
As much as he wished he couldn’t, he agreed with Fei’s statement about the kitten being small. Even for a kitten, it was tiny; it had probably been the runt of its litter, and life as a stray hadn’t treated it well, evidently.
“Its mother is probably dead,” SARU muttered, swallowing even as he kept a serious front onto his face. The truth is that a kitten that age probably wouldn’t be wandering around so pitiful and lost unless something had happened to its mother - he knew that much from the strays he’d taken in in the past.
Cradling the cat carefully against him, and ignoring the blood that got onto his orange shirt, he made his way into the apartment and into the bathroom, eventually settling down rather precariously on the edge of the bathtub. The creature in his arms let out a pitiful mewl that pulled at even his heartstrings.
