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-"Let's go get us a cat!" Together...
Grif and Simmons walk through the doors of the shelter, observing the small front room as they enter. Instantly they can hear various barks, yips, and meows coming from the back areas where the animals are. A bell dings from the top of the door as it shuts behind them, earning the attention from the desk lady.
"Oh hi! Welcome to Blood Gulch's local Humane center!" The younger woman brightly smiles, a few strands of pink hair falling into her face as she stands to lean on the desk. "I'm Mikaela, I'm guessing you're Lookin' for a new buddy? atleast, Assuming your not here for the "delicious" food." She laughs, nodding her head to the several large bags of dog and cat food to the left of them.
Grif chuckles "ha, nah definitely not."
"Pfft, you sure fatass? I think I see brisket flavor." Simmons smirks playfully, jabbing Grif in the side.
"Hey! Stop that- ok, -ow!" Grif slaps the nerds hands away.
"Heh, payback for earlier." The nerd smirks.
Grif rolls his eyes. "Oh hush. You want a cat or not."
"Ok, ok, I'll stop."
"S,what I thought, dork." Grif chuckles, the pair walking closer to the desk.
Mikaela chuckles after Looking between the two. "So! Looking for a kitty friend?" Mikaela smiles, clapping her hands together. "Just Follow me back here and I'll show you all kinds of little cuties."
Mikaela leads them to the area where the cats and kittens run around at. Most being in some large cages with various beds, toys, and of course food and water. The exception being for a couple older cats with collars roaming around, probably being the kennels own little guys.
"Oki doki! I'll leave you two to look around! Just call me once you found you a little furbaby~" Mikaela pops back into the front, leaving Grif and Simmons to explore around.
"Hm, well. Looks like we got quite the options." Grif smiles. "So, anything in mind Simms?" He turns to look at the red head.
"Hm? What?" Simmons says distracted, currently bent over petting a chubby orange cat passing by, clearly enjoying the attention.
"Any specific breed in mind or whatever?" Grif repeats, chuckling to himself.
"Hm? Oh!... well, I guess I haven't thought too much about it really..." Simmons picks back up and scratches his neck. "I mean, I've never really had a pet before... well, unless you count the family of raccoons I trained in the 1st grade." He laughs.
"Yeah... wait- what!?" Grifs eyes wide in confusion.
Simmons chuckles. "Hah, I was joking." He snorts.
Grif rolls his eyes, snorting as well at his dork- the dork. "Welp, I suppose we have us some Looking around to do then." he grabs Simmons arm and drags him along.
After a bit of looking- and bickering, they continue to walk around petting cat after cat, kitten after kitten.
"Hey Grif..." Simmons practically whispers.
"Hm?" He quirks a brow, waltzing over to where the red headed nerd stands.
"Look at this little one..." Simmons gestures to a small white older kitten, though with both eyes, the left one clearly previously injured, and most of the tip of its left ear missing.
"Woah, poor thing. Wonder what happend to it?"
"Oh! I see you found who we've been calling snowball. Yeah, i know. A little cliche for a white fluff ball like her. But definitely a classic kitty name!" Mikaela speaks up, walking up from behind.
"What happend to her?" Grif and Simmons ask.
"Well, to our understanding. She was attacked by some kind of other animal in the park where, presumably, the mama cat had probably given birth to her and the rest of the litter a while prior. We're not sure what happened that she got separated though. Someone just brought her in after finding her one day to be fixed up after the whole fiasco."
"Hm, poor girl." Simmons cooed down at the mewing kitten.
"Wanna see her? Despite her rough start to life, she is very friendly and lovable, though very cautious." Mikaely opens up the cage door and gently scoops up the kitten, handing it to Simmons. The kitten sniffs and takes in observations before seeing there is no threat, and then instantly begins to nuzzle against his arm, purring mimicking the vibrations of a lawnmower, as Simmons gave little scratches behind her ear.
"Well, she's a little sweetheart isn't she?" Grif says, amused at the absolute dorky look on the other man's face. He himself begins to very gently start brushing down the kittens silky head. "How come she's still here?"
"Yeah I would figure she'd been snatched up long ago." Simmons chuckles.
"Well, because of the attack, she does have a vision impairment in her left eye. Nothing super terrible, she's not blind. But it leaves her a little cautious. Especially to the younger louder children the few family's that's previously took her in had. And, she needs a special cat food because of an allergy she has, so i guess that made it harder for some to keep her." Mikaela looks to the kitten. "Actually, she's took to you two very quickly. She's usually more timid than this."
"Well, I don't think that'd be too much of a problem for us, not like we have any kids running around." Grif snorts. "Well, except when Junior comes over I guess. But he's not too young, and is really good with animals." Grif shrugs.
"Yeah, and the special food shouldn't be a problem..." Simmons says, all but hopping up and down like a child.
Grif laughs. "I guess we're taking you home "Snowball"" Grif looks up to see Simmons smiling a big dopey excited grin at him. Which makes his heart do a weird little flippy motion that he's just going to ignore... which will be hard since it's been happening all day... and for the last few months for that matter. Damnit Simmons.
"Just come up front to sign some papers and we can get you three home!" They tail Mikaela back to her desk to fill out the adoption forms, and get whatever other papers they need. Unfortunately parting with their soon to be new kitten for the time being.
"Ok then! You two should be all set!" Mikaela says, shuffling the papers on her desk. "You two should have all the forms you need, and snowball has all her current needed shots. Adoption fees paid- everything's all good!" Mikaela smiles, heading to the back to bring snowball to her new owners.
She hands "snowball" to Simmons, whose face lights up and again, gets a in Grifs opinion- the goofiest smile on his face. Making Grif chuckle at him, a flip floppy feeling returning to his stomach.
Mikaela smiles looking at the two. "Aww, you guys look so sweet! You're going to make snowball here a very good home!" Mikaela sighs, resting her head in her hands. "I remember when me and my girlfriend first got our little furbaby!"
Grif and Simmons chuckle. A few seconds passing by until, they both snap their heads up to look at eachother and then quickly away. Faces darkening and eyes widening as they realize what was implied.
"No! No...we're not.. we-" Simmons yelps, stuttering. voice a higher octave then moments before. laughing awkwardly.
"No... we're not... together..." Grif coughs, rubbing his neck.
Mikaela's eyes widen as she realizes the situation. "Oh! Oh, you aren't? You just seemed so... nevermind!" She laughs, embarrassed. "Sorry, heh. I tend to over think things a bit. But either way, this little cutie will certainly have a great home!" She claps her hands. "And If you have any questions, call us anytime through the week!"
"Ok, thanks!" Grif and Simmons throw a hand up in goodbye, bell dinging as the door falls shut behind them. Both men attempting to ignore their feelings from just a few moments ago.