#i had the idea 'mao wen is equally as obsessed witgh a xu's shoulderblades but now he can just Be On Them'

[deepestbluesky]

thanks to @rainsfalling mentioning how there should be a wkx cat story once and @antique-forvalaka introducing me to the name ‘mao wen’ for cat!wkx, i wrote this a while ago and now i’m realizing i don’t actually have anything else in mind for it, so i’m just yeeting this onto tumblr for yall’s enjoyment. (i can’t seem to tag either of you i’m so sorry :(((( )

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“Lao Wen?” Zhou Zishu says, blinking. He went to sleep with Wen Kexing curled around him. He has woken up to a much colder bed, because the only other inhabitant is a cat. It feels like the height of foolishness to address the cat like this, but… he recognizes that look.

The cat makes a little noise, sits up taller, and pats his face with its paw. Zhou Zishu winces a little. A paw is not dextrous in the same way as a hand.

“Are you… This is ridiculous.” He’s talking to a cat. What the fuck.

The cat rolls its eyes at him.

Zhou Zishu begins to sit up. Immediately, the cat hisses. “What?” Zhou Zishu hisses back.

With a very clear and deliberate look at the window, dark and cold since it’s still the middle of the night, the cat reaches over and pushes his shoulder back down.

“You want me to go back to sleep?” He can’t help the amusement in his voice.

Once again, the cat makes a noise. This one sounds declarative. This is, unfortunately, going a long way towards convincing him that it actually is Wen Kexing, wild as that seems.

“Alright, well, I’m not complaining,” Zhou Zishu says, lying back down. He’s too tired to roll over, so his face is planted into the pillow.

There’s another sound from the cat. Pleased, maybe? And then—

“Ouch!” Zhou Zishu hisses. 

The cat has walked onto his back. It hisses back at him this time and gives him a soft whack with its paw. Stay down, he interprets.

“I’m staying, you bully.” But his irritation doesn’t last long. The cat gives a satisfied huff and then curls up on his back. No, Zhou Zishu realizes, not just his back. Directly over his shoulderblades. He can’t help but laugh at that.

“Alright, Lao Wen. I’ll see you in the morning.”