Not this year, though. He had a crate in his left hand as he walked to Marco’s front door and pounded on it. Decided that Marco was taking to long to answer (which would be a whole three seconds), Jean let himself in. Eh. He did it all the time, so all was fine. Whatever the case, he set the crate down on the floor.

"Marco, it’s just me! Please don’t come with the baseball bat or anything!" Jean hollered, bending over and opening the crate. Soon enough, a little head poked out. Pointy ears moved on its furry head, and soon enough the little creature walked out of the crate. It looked around with big, blue eyes. Jean chuckled, especially when Marco came over.

"I hope you like cats, because…I kinda got you a cat."

Today was the day. It was finally here, Marco’s birthday, and to say the least, Marco was semi-excited. Sure, being a year older didn’t mean much to him, but it still was the day of his birth, and it was a day for cake and presents. Okay, Marco wasn’t that much of a little kid, but hey, it’s the most promising thing of birthdays, right?

The freckled male, lifted himself off of his bed when he head loud banging outside. “Probably Jean,” he muttered with a small grin. Oh that impatient Jean, someday, Marco swears, Jean is going to bust down his door.

"You do that everytime you visit my house, by now, I know it’s you and I’m not going to bring a bat." He laughed, entering the living room. Before Marco could say any other words, Jean began showing Marco his present. It was a tiny kitten, an adorable tiny kitten that Marco just melted over.

"Oh my god. Jean, of all things, you get me a cat? This is amazing." Marco quickly fell to his knees, petting the little kitten. It’s tiny head nuzzled into Marco’s hand, before the kitten stuck out its teeth and bit the freckled male. "I love it, Jean, really."