#crossedout

danny devito for ippolit 2k16

despite everyone’s assumptions, jack has always preferred cats to dogs. they keep to themselves, && they’re easy to take care of. dogs are great, dogs can accompany you on runs, and dogs are loyal, but they’re not cats. and maybe one day, he’ll be able to get one, but for now, jack has to settle simply for a solitary life, and going home to empty, barren walls. at some point, maybe once he retires and settles down ( the idea of settling down is simply a fantasy ) he’ll adopt a cat. someone to come home to.

his first week in providence had been nothing short of hectic. paperwork and media, and meeting his teammates, and trying to get settled in has simply been rough. it had taken him five days to notice the cat cafe down the street from his apartment. and then it had taken him another two hours to convince himself to go in. even if he couldn’t own a cat, at least he could still have time with them on a weekly ( or daily, even ) basis. and if the cute blond haired boy ( with the eyes that change colour every time he sees him ) behind the counter is there, and talks to him, then that’s just a plus. 

“just a 16 ounce cup of drip coffee, please.” he orders, glad that the cafe is relatively empty for now. it means that he’ll have more time here, with the cats, unbothered. over the last few months, he had developed the habit of coming to the cat cafe, ordering a cup of drip, and settling down with a cat and a good book, or the paper. and over the last few months, he still hasn’t worked up the nerve to talk to the boy. 

it’s annoying, frustrating, even. every day, he goes in, telling himself ( insisting, really ) that he’ll say more than just his coffee order, and every day, he does exactly the opposite of that.

“get any new cats?”