Room 314, Tuesday Afternoon

[noonedecidesmyfate]

Belle had returned from her classes (which had involved many more cats than she was used to) to find a single adorable tuxedo cat glaring at her from her bed.

"Oh, you knew I had to go to classes and you've had plenty of food today. There's no need for that look," she told him as she sat down and stroked his head.

Unless that look was because she smelled like many other cats. She did. She'd been petting rather a lot of them today.

"And I know you can get out of the room whenever you like so you were hardly trapped."

[for the lovingly modded cat in question]

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[apocalypsehow]

Sometimes it was just in your nature to glare. It was resting bitch face, but as a cat.

And that was Five. That was just Five being Five.