How long have they been back for? Long enough for SARU to have picked some unfortunate animal up off the sidewalk while Fei had his back turned, apparently. SARU’s prolonged company is already headache-inducing, and Fei can feel his headache seeping into something more severe while the both of them squabbled like five year olds over the mewling lump crudely hidden under the other boy’s shirt. His companion thought he’d be able to convince Fei that the meowing was just his imagination working overtime— right.
"Your shirt is meowing, SARU." Prodding the lump with his index finger, mentioned boy must have thought him stupid; he’d really expect that noisy thing to slip past him unnoticed? Fei’s inclined to pinch the bridge of his nose, tilt his head back and pray this headache will give way eventually. “Do you even know if they allow animals in our apartment building?”
; He wasn’t sure how he’d thought he’d get away with this, really.
He knew Fei was no idiot - and, really, it didn’t take a genius to realize that the white haired boy had once more tried to smuggle a stray animal into their apartment under his shirt. While stubborn and often arrogant, he had a soft spot for stray animals, especially injured ones; it could be said that he empathized with them, really.
SARU pouted childishly at his rabbit-like companion, gently lowering the tortoiseshell kitten from under his shirt; the tip of its tail was crooked, as if it had been broken many times, and there appeared to be blood on its paw.
“Well, we don’t know if they don’t,” he muttered stubbornly, cradling the animal gently in his arms.
“But I didn't plan on keeping her. Some asshole left broken glass in the back alley and a shard of it got stuck in her paw. I was just going to clean the wound.”
At that, SARU folded his arms, careful not to harm the kitten in his arms, and stared stubbornly at Fei.