Its all about cats

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[He hated being here. He hated being fed, locked up, cleaned up like he was just another animal. He wasn't, and he hated it. They always brought him back though, and he wasn't the type to be 'adopted' to a 'forever' home either.

Roommates came and went, but Rumlow stayed. They put in the friendliest with him, no doubt in an effort to warm him up, but those individuals were interested in getting adopted and getting the hell out of this place. They never interacted much after the first punch or claw to the face; he stayed on his side of the room, they stayed on theirs. Then they were gone and he'd have momentary peace and high potential for terror of those cleaning his room.

Whatever.

He had a new roommate who was in the current process of ignoring as he lay on his bed, black tail curled around his thigh and facing the wall. It was his 'I'm ignoring you' choice, but the new roommate was different from the others; somehow claws at the face only encouraged more bugging. He hated that too.]

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[It took him a moment to realize that he was being groomed, and he suspected the last one to ever do something like that was his mother so very long ago. He couldn't even remember her well in this form. Someone was grooming his ear and now his head, and his ears flicked as that realization became more and more clear.

Retaliate. Fight. Instigate.

Those words crowded his brain which was always on the defensive, and yet, he stayed for the grooming as he tried to decide what to do about it. No one had ever groomed him before, at least no one he allowed to live. Yet, he lay stretched out and quiet, allowing it to happen all the way up the other ear, and his eyes closed again as if he might sleep.

It was that which roused him most, that he was comfortable enough to sleep so close to another. He finally issued a growling huff and pulled himself away, flicking the other with his tail and stomping off with only a single backwards hiss. God damn it, this was what he got for being stuck with roommates.]

Get lost.

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[Honestly, having Rumlow sit still and enjoy it at long as he did was a huge accomplishment on his own only secondary to him accepting it at first realization. Sam feels Rumlow start to drowse again and wonders if he's actually going to get away with this (for now, there's 100% guarantee he'll be pissed later) but then-

That'd be pushing it. Rumlwo stalks away with that growl and a hiss and Sam huffs, twisting strangely onto his back to watch him go.]

You're welcome!

[Yes, grooming and cuddles. What a horrible fate. Sam stretched again, pawing at the air while keeping a watchful eye on Rumlow and noted that it felt close to breakfast time.]

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[What an absolute itch to his ass, he thought as he went to sit by the window to peer out at the rustle and bustle that was beyond their little room. He mentally calculated when adoption hours would be and decided he could in fact last that long and then Wilson would be gone by the end of the day.

He flicked his tail in annoyance and began to pointedly groom himself, smoothing the fur on his ears and his head with a paw. His tail continued to flick in warning, and he shuffled his shoulders to ignore Wilson's attempt to be 'fresh' and 'cute' because that sort of attitude worked on the little girls that came squealing in here and not on him.

It wasn't long - not even finished his tongue bath - when one of the staff came in with two bowls of food, using a baby voice on them like they needed it. He set his ears back in annoyance, which quickly turned the woman's attention to Sam as she goo-goo'd at the other male and called him a handsome prince.

He remained stiffly at the window while their food was put down, eyeing the bowl closest his location and didn't budge until after their litter tray was cleaned - oh, look at these surprises! - and their water refreshed. Only when she left to feed the others did he jump from his spot and shove one bowl as far away from the other in the room.]

Every fucking day. Like we're a bunch of babies needing coddling.