#nottttt enough hrdt or kist to tag those. one day tho...........

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murderers are weak to cats?!

guys uploading fics to ao3 is a hassle i'm just gonna dump this here so i dont have to deal with that!! anyways murder time trio go to a cat cafe or something and are as nice as they can ever be or something idk they should just hug already X3

"can you taste it with your eye or something?"

horror looked up from his drink (just plain warmed milk, he couldn't handle much more) he'd been boring holes into. killer looked back at him, his small snark left unanswered. in the quaint quiet of the cat cafe, few sitting in other booths and the sound of mews and meows around, horror almost found himself able to resist slapping killer's stare off his face.

he did resist. but he couldn't keep himself from insulting killer back.

"sure i'd taste it better with my eye better than you could ever taste your drink."

a distant chuckle came from the area designated to playing with the cats. horror scoffed at the sound. dust was listening into them, even as he'd left to go and play with the little cats. horror and killer were left to order drinks and relax. except horror couldn't bring himself to, and killer was just watching him as he pet a cat in his lap.

killer picked up on his tension. annoying observant, as always.

"i don't understand what you're so tense over."

horror scoffed, "being here with you two is enough..."

a smile smile graced killer's face, his rarely visible eye light locked onto the cat in his lap. right, right, killer always had a thing for cats. horror recalled... right? he couldn't remember, but he felt he was right.

"y'know, i'd rather not be here with either of you two as well. but i don't understand your resentment, not with the atmosphere we're in. you're seriously holding a grudge with a bunch of kitties around?"

horror stayed silent. he didn't wanna acknowledge killer's words. regardless of if he made a solid point, it was killer. killer, of all people.

... killer petting a cat in his lap, with a gentle look horror rarely saw from him. with his weird soul almost shaped like a heart, something horror knew was important from what he'd observed in his time travelling with the two.

dust, hanging around the cats' beds and playing with them so peacefully, as if he'd never hurt a single soul in his lifetime. as if he wasn't currently coated with layers of dead monsters, wearing the scarf of his dead brother.

horror closed his eyes, taking in the moment. the milk smelled... nice, at least. were some cats all it took to pacify the murderers he'd been hopping universes with?

... seems so. was horror just not a cat person? maybe that's why he couldn't relax.

for a few more moments, horror sat there, listening to the sounds of cats and smelling the faint sweetness of the milk. until he felt a push against his side, and horror opened his eyes to find the cat killer had been petting trying to cuddle up to him.

he almost groaned, but it was a cat. it hadn't done anything to deserve his perpetual frustration. so horror let it curl up against him, his hand finding its way to the cat's fuzzy belly and petting. horror thought cats we're supposed to be meaner than this, but oh well.

agh, killer was staring at him again, wasn't he? he was. with another smile on his face, bigger this time.

"what's your issue?"

"nothing," killer tilted his head, "it's just that you, all of a sudden, seem softer. i didn't think there was anything that could calm your temper."

horror narrowed his sockets. "so?"

"... it's a good look on you."

an audible sound of incredulous confusion left horror.

"heh?? excuse me?"

"what? did i say anything wrong? i thought compliments were meant to be nice."

"you don't mean any of your compliments."

killer rolled his eye light, his smile growing at that.

"you're right. but just this once, humor me."

... fine. since it was so nice right now, and this cat was really cuddly and soft, maybe he would. horror looked away from killer back down to the cat and the milk. maybe he would take a small sip now.

drinking the milk, the milk, despite being warm, cooled the remnants of anger in horror. it was rewarding to be able to drink properly now, with all the recovery he'd made. horror placed the cup down, and went back to petting the cat with satisfaction in his bones.

killer hummed at the sight, saying nothing else. dust came up to the booth with three cats clinging onto his clothes, a gentle grin on his face. killer silently took one from him as dust sat next to him, and the trio enjoyed a rare moment of peace.