“No. No as in No Way,” Vinyl stated.
“But, Vinyl, PLEASE? He just looks ever-so-lonely and I need someone to keep me company at night when you’re DJ-ing. Please?” Octavia begged.
“No, Tavi. We are not keeping it. There is NO WAY I’m letting that THING stay here! I am the only one who can be lazy around here, and that DEMON won’t change that! So, for the last time, Tavi, NO!”
“Fine! I’ll just keep him in our- I mean MY room! Go ahead and be lazy- on the couch! Come on, Mr. Snuggles. Let’s go to bed,” Octavia grumped. With an angry "Goodnight" spit at Vinyl, she pounded up the steps.
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Hours later, Vinyl sneezed and sneezed while trying to get comfortable on the couch. That damn cat… She was pretty sure Octavia knew she was allergic, but seeing as how they only had one other instance having a cat in the house, and they hadn’t kept it very long (it attacked Vinyl’s face very grumpily, then they called a REAL cat-sitter for it- that is, after Octavia had stopped laughing long enough to get out the phone book), they didn’t have much experience around them.
Vinyl rubbed her eyes and sat up, about to sneak back upstairs to hunt for some allergy medicine. Crawling up the steps was hard- they were creaky, and, from experience, Vinyl knew Octavia was a light sleeper.
Opening the door to the bedroom carefully, trying not to wake her, Vinyl snuck in the bedroom, in complete Daring Do stealth-mode until she arrived in front of the bathroom door. She glanced behind her, her eyes resting upon the grey mare, who was undoubtedly the loudest snorer she had ever heard. Stifling a giggle, Vinyl pushed the door to the bathroom open, slipped in, and then pushed it shut. She flipped the light switch and walked over to the cabinet. The allergy medicine was at the back. Using her magic, she pulled it out and opened the bottle. ‘Ugh, cherry,’ she thought. ‘Do medicine companies really not know what fruit tastes like?’ Choking it down, she put the bottle back, and turned around, stopping only to flip the light switch off.
As she made her way through the room, she paused, hearing a groan. ‘Oh, she’s just stretching in her sleep,’ Vinyl sighed to herself. ‘She really is beautiful when she’s sleeping. I’m a lucky mare,’ Vinyl babbled in her mind.
She started crawling down the steps again, very, VERY carefully. For some reason they were louder going down than going up. ‘Hehe, going down,’ Vinyl snickered to herself.
Something made the steps creak. Freezing yet again, about halfway down the steps, Vinyl Jerked her head backwards. The cat had followed her. ‘Goddamnitallthatstupidcatfollowedme!’ She seethed. Glaring at the cat, she quietly hissed, “Shoo! Get away! Go back upstairs!”
The cat, obviously ignoring her, started purring and started rubbing against Vinyl’s hooves. Her mouth was a small ‘o’ as she realized how soft and fluffy the cat was.
Still making her way down the steps, they white mare smiled to herself. She actually liked cats! ‘There is no way I am letting Tavi know about this,’ Vinyl said to herself. Collapsing on the couch, whispering “Here, kitty, kitty,” Vinyl started drifting under sleep's spell. Mr. Snuggles (as named by Octavia) jumped on top of her and curled into a ball while Vinyl unconsciously pet her until they were both asleep.
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Octavia tucked the two sleeping bodies in and turned out the light, heading back upstairs. ‘I knew if she got to know him, they would be best friends.’
She went to sleep, a smile upon her face.