More Overwatch catdads
I want @joasakura to know I totally blame her for this sudden catdads fixation, except for the portion of blame I assign to @orenjimaru.
Here, have this snippet that betrayed me by stalling out and not going anywhere, but which I like a little too much to just delete. Totally SFW.
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Jack is a mountain cat. Enclosed spaces always made him twitchy, even before. Vantage soothes him; having options, the ability to see what’s coming and react.
He’s crouched comfortably on the broad cement parapet of a brutalist abomination of a skyscraper, staring out without much thought over the lights of Sao Paulo when his superhuman hearing picks up the softest stir of gravel. One of his ears twitches toward the sound. He doesn’t bother looking because he already knows who it is.
“I thought I’d find you up here,” Gabriel says. “Bad move, Jack. If I can figure out where you’ve gone, then so can they.”
Jack grunts in acknowledgement. When Gabriel sits down next to him, he laces their fingers together. Gabe’s wearing those silver claw-tipped gloves. They scream Gothy McEdgelord, but they’re a damn sight less noticeable than Gabriel’s actual claws. He has a hard time retracting them, some days. Jack’s pretty sure it’s psychosomatic.
“I couldn’t stand it down there anymore,” he says after a moment. “The smells…”
The smell of humans. Their own kind—or they should’ve been. Were, once. Being blown up and hunted down has a way of changing a man’s perspective. Now it’s a thick, musty cloak that their hunters can hide in.
Gabriel twines their tails together and doesn’t say anything.
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