You gotta be kitten me right meow [cw] | Gaspar & Hunter

He looked at him, listening as he spoke, feeling the thumb on his jaw, his lips separated. Vinnie being relaxed and calm was affecting him so strongly, he was fully relaxed and enjoying everything. The notion that Hunter could join them made him lean a bit up to lick his jaw in a small gentle lick. Yes. He did like her touches as well but he had to admit that she hadnt touched him like Vinnie did now. It was different but all too welcomed by the cat turned human. He liked them both, not wanting to be without either of them. Maybe it made him greedy. But it wasnt like he saw any consequences by it. It just came from his gut feeling and felt all too natural.

She didnt like Vinnie? Gaspar had barely noticed being sick and unaware but he couldnt imagine it. Why wouldnt she like the seraph? The soft hands washing him could almost make him squirm as new areas that hadnt been touched were rubbed. The question made Gaspar look at him, wondering why the seraph even asked. The elaboration didnt make much sense to the cat turned human either. He leaned up and licked his lips carefully, to then wait for the seraph to do it. It was the closest he could get to active consent. Had Gaspar known how to kiss he probably would have done that instead.

He looked at the seraph with anticipating eyes, just waiting for it to happen. He however didnt have to give in to his own impatience as the seraph kissed him, and though he had never kissed anyone before, it was like Vinnie knew how to guide him. Slow and needy, he could feel that. He moved one hand up to grab lightly at the seraph’s shoulder, moaning softly as it felt quite natural to do so. The kiss was broken off and Gaspar panted lightly, feeling quite heated beyond the bath’s temperature. His hand moved quite naturally as he grabbed the seraph’s hand off his face, looking at him with love ridden eyes as he slowly moved the hand down his body. He was just so used to having his needs tended to. His breath was a little hasty, guiding the hand further down.

Feeling the light grasp, Gaspar let out a soft whimper. What was this feeling? It felt so good and yet tense. Even if Vinnie was just feeling him up, that was really just all he needed. Anything beyond had just made him frustrated if he had to deal with too many new feelings at once. But honestly, he had no idea of knowing that. He wanted more of this new feeling. So while the seraph was pushing it away, hearing that it wouldnt be forgotten was what kept Gaspar from getting angry when the feeling stopped. He liked kisses too, so Vinnie kissing him before he let go of the cat turned human’s parts redirected his focus.
But he definitely didnt want to get out now. So when Vinnie did, he frowned for a second. All the steam and warmth made him feel like he was never sick. He didnt want to go, even if he had to dissolve. But Vinnie had also been very nice to him in the bath so he could comply, this once.
He was helped out and grabbed onto the seraph at this question. Yes. He was then helped into bed and laid back down. He felt energetic after the bath, sitting up in the bed, but also grabbing the covers to surround himself and regain his little space of pure safety. He sat in silence, just snuggled up and staying warm. Even if he didnt smile, it was easy to tell that he was relaxed and content right here.

Hunter came over and Gaspar looked at her with his happy eyes. Yeah the bath was good. He looked at the mug in her hand. “Is- F…or me?” He asked. It didnt look like the water he normally had to drink. And though the soup had been good, this seemed dangerous. It was dirt coloured like water he had seen in puddles outside. He didnt want puddle water! “What… is?”

Tea? He wrinkled his nose a little as he looked at the cup, leaning a little forward to look down into the mug. She handed him the mug and he held it like she told him to. He didnt take a sip yet, not wanting to get burned. But it warmed his hands nicely. His fever was already getting better and maybe it was his mood that also affected it.
Her question made him look down into the mug as he thought about it. Then he looked up at her and then looked at Vinnie. He reached out with one hand and made soft noises towards him. Yeah he would be okay. “Come… ba-..ck.. soon..” he said as he looked at her again.

He got better quite fast though it was a bit of a tedious experience. He wasnt good with the throat stuff and having to cough up stuff that was just hurting. But when he finally felt better, he was more interested in doing what he called human stuff. They were laying on the bed and Gaspar was touching her hair gently, feeling the texture between his fingers. She spoke and he listened, frowning in thought before he eventually nodded; he had learned that the best way to confirm things was to nod. He was up for trying it out at least. At least the stuff that wasnt too difficult, because that would frustrate him.

Pizza? He sort of knew what that was. At least he had seen Vinnie eat it and maybe gotten a little nibble that he liked. “Fish.” He said in a bit of an excited tone. It was weird how the cat turned human rarely smiled, but the motion itself and the meaning of it wasnt something that was incorperated in his system. He listened quite intently as she explained what made a pizza.
She touched his curls and he grabbed her hand a little playfully. He just touched it gently before pulling it to his lips to place a soft kiss on her knuckles. Then he put it back in his hair and sighed. “P… p-.. pi… izzaaaa?” He tried, though combining the word to a full word was hard. But he had also only been speaking for a few weeks now and it was still rather limited what he would say.

“Piz…zaaa.” He repeated as he had watched how her mouth was moving and forming the word. She was always so encouraging and helpful when it came to his attempts to speak, and it made him really listen to her when she helped him out.
The notion about kissing made him scoff softly as he looked at her, a faint smile forming on his lips. It just felt nice to do. Especially to the people he cared about the most. There had been one incident where a helpful old lady had gotten some of the cat turned human’s physical grattitude. But her reaction had also not been what he had expected so he was a little drawn back with interacting with strangers; which was for the best. He placed his hand over hers, giving it a soft squeeze. “Vinnie… g- gone.. for-… long?” He asked. It was probably one of the sentences he had used the most, about the both of them when the other wasnt there.

An hour. Gaspar still didnt quite get the concept of time but he knew that an hour meant not too long now especially if they were having fun in the meantime. A documentary? Gaspar loved those! Especially the ones about things he had never seen. Like the sea, deserts, rain forests. Rain forests were probably the coolest with all the colours and different things.
He nodded in agreement as she had booped his nose, watching her get up before he shortly after followed. He didnt know where to begin so he just waited for her to show him something. He was quite curiously watching her mix all the ingridients. “What is?” He asked, pointing at the flour. He touched some excess and watched how the powder made the tip of his finger completely white. And if he rubbed it into another finger then it was completely dry.

He wasnt even going to attempt saying that word. But he would remember it. She rolled around the dough and kneaded it, he wondered why it wasnt sticking to her fingers like it had at first and suddenly looked so smooth. It was like magic to him, she was making magic with her hands. He touched the piece of dough, squished it and felt the texture of it. “Is bread?” He asked. The smell was sort of similar but also different. This was more pungent and maybe a little sour if he had to describe it.
She washed her hands and he carefully licked the little dough ball before he frowned. No, it was definitely not good raw. He put it on the table next to the cloth and went to wash his hands as well. “To…mato?” He asked. It was really limited what he had been allowed to do and big tomatoes had always been the easiest for him to hold and cut.

He could easily cut out tomatoes for her to use. It felt quite good to be able to do something and not just rely on them completely. Though it wasnt that he felt bad that they took care of him because that felt good as well. The mention of chicken made him hum as he nodded.
“Sal…mon.” He said, sticking out his tongue as he began focusing on cutting. He didnt want to accidentally cut his finger, because Vinnie had been quite concerned when he was inspecting and cleaning the cut. Also tomato juice in a fresh cut hurt like nothing he had ever tried. But the chicken felt dry to the touch and was easy to cut. He was a little slow on the cutting but he did want to do it well. He felt hungry already, fiddling with all this food. He did sneak a slice of tomato that he ate, chuckling if she noticed.

He was quite mischiveous by nature so stealing the tomato slice was more for fun and the fact that he was also getting hungry. Her reaching over to wipe some of the tomato juice off his lips didnt seem to spark a reaction but her lingering thumb over his lips caught him a little off guard. He did like her quite a lot. The fondness was quite obvious at least. He got around to finish the last bit of chicken just as she prepared the dough. Then he watched and learned as she showed him how to dress the pizza. Once the pizzas were ready he smiled faintly at their work, having gotten a bit of flour on his cheeks and chin. She mentioned the mess and he went to put the things they had used in the sink, just as Vinnie had instructed him to. He could clean the cutting board but wasnt allowed to clean the knife for safety measures. “Leg…s ti…r-..ed.” He said as he went over to lie down on the sofa with a deep sigh. Being a human and having to stand up and actually do things made him feel so tired so easily.