#thewammyorphans

He had never really liked Christmas that much, after all, he had always been alone and he had never had anyone to celebrate it with, but this time it would all be different, right? He woke up quite early, and his face lit up in a smile as he saw his favourite little darling laying next to him, his tail curled around himself. Flake just rolled over then, wrapping his arms around Matt, nuzzling into his neck. This was the best christmas ever, even though it had barely started. "Hey... Matt" he whispered, kissing his cheek. "Matt...it's Christmas!" Giggling happily, he reached over to open the blinds, delightedly staring out into the snow. "It snowed...we can build a snowman!" he grinned. Normally Matt used to be amused about how long he needed to wake up, but today he was immediately awake, whereas Matt was still snuggled in bed and fast asleep. Giggling, he wiggled around and snuggled into Matt, kissing him and telling him sweet things until he finally woke up. "Morning, my darling pet" he smiled, nuzzling their noses together, "Do you want to build a snowman with me?" he asked, cupping his face. "Merry Christmas, my darling... I love you." he sighed, snuggling into him as those wonderful purrs started coming from his little hybrid. "it's our first Christmas together... have you ever celebrated christmas before? Like... for real?"

Flake stirred when he felt someone nudge him, slowly blinking his eyes open. “Thank you, darling” he smiled sleepily, pulling his pet under his blanket to cuddle him. “Love you too…”

He had been thinking about it for quite a while now, but he could never really bring himself to go and look at the pets in the local shelter. After all, that meant he would have to really care for them, right? Be responsible for them and look for them. He was sure he could do that, but he wanted to be a hundred percent sure he wanted it before he went and adopted a pet. So day after day, Flake drove by the pet shelter, but never stopped, simply too afraid of messing up. 

But then, after he woke up crying in the middle of the night again because he was so lonely, and his bed was so cold and he just craved a warm body next to him, someone to cuddle, to care for, to fuss over, to love, to look after, he got up in the middle of the night, pacing his livingroom back and forth, thinking about what to do. He was pretty sure he wouldn't ever get a boyfriend who wouldn't just want sex and nothing else, he had never had a real relationship. Whenever he mentioned being lonely to his bandmates, they just told him to go and visit a brothel. He shook his head in disgust, for one, he would never do that, and then, he wanted affection, not just sex.

He sighed when he was finally decided. He would try it, then. He would go to the shelter and adopt a pet, a pet to love and keep dear, keep safe. That day, when he drove by the large house after work, he pulled into the familiar parking lot and got out of the car, dusting off his jacket before he entered, shivering a bit as he stepped in and was greeted by a lady who seemed to be something like a receptionist or so, and he stepped closer and told her he would like to adopt a pet only to be told to follow her so she could show him the pets they currently had in the shelter.