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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.]
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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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.