#megvin

“Is she not in our room? That’s where I last saw her.”

Gavin pouted, but spun on his heel and headed to their bedroom. He poked his head in, and called for his new kitten- but no response. He frowned, and headed back to Meg.

“She’s not in there. She usually runs over when I call for her, but...” Gavin whined, flopping next to Meg on the couch. His gold chain necklace jangled loudly, and his gold sunglasses flew off his head and onto the carpet below, but he didn’t care. He was in a mood.

Meg set down her phone, and turned her head towards Gavin. She ran her hand through his wild hair, scratching at his scalp lightly. 

“What’s got you all grumpy today?” She asked.

“Geoff yelled at me this morning.” He grumbled against her stomach.

“Why?”

“Dunno. I just want you and Columbo and Smee.” He replied, huffing as he scooted back up the couch to be in line with Meg. Meg hummed, pressing a kiss to his cheek as she sat up.

“I’ll take a look around.” She said, hopping over Gavin’s legs to land easily on the ground. She wandered off, and Gavin flopped his arm over his eyes dramatically. He could hear her moving from room to room in their apartment, mapping out the layout in his head as she shuffled around. Minutes passed in easy, peaceful silence.

“Oh.” Meg murmured. Gavin lifted his arm, and sat up slightly. Meg was standing behind the couch, looking down at the ground. “She’s hiding behind the couch. How did I not see that?” Her tone was bewildered, but fond. Gavin sat up all the way, and peeked his head over the back of the couch.