Prompt from @boxeption: Jack is a cat
Gabriel would kill anyone who suggested he was lonely. Loneliness is for weak people. He only adopted the cat because he was bored.
It just so happens to be nearly pure white, scarred up from a few too many back alley tomcat battles, and an asshole. Which is the only reason he named it Jack. Not like anybody could deny the similarities there.
Jack nearly makes him late to a meeting with a client, the time he horks up on Gabriel’s boots. Jack also nearly ruins Reaper’s image, the time he sprays on the tails of the coat and leaves Gabriel to discover this at the last minute so he has to go into battle smelling like cat piss. One time while he’s out, Jack manages to climb up on the kitchen counters and somehow get into the cupboards, where he proceeds to eat everything he likes and throw everything he doesn’t like onto the floor.
That one was almost like living with the real Jack all over again.
And then sometimes Jack comes trotting up to the door, tail raised and meowing eagerly in greeting when Gabriel drags his sorry ass in from a job. And sometimes when Gabriel’s sitting on the sofa, clicking through channels because at no time in human history will anything good be on when anyone actually wants to watch it, Jack stands up on his hind legs and head-butts him gently in the jaw, mrrping affectionately. And sometimes when Gabriel’s flopped down spread-eagled and bare-chested on the bed, still dripping from the shower he was too tired to dry off from, Jack hops up on the bed and patters up, soft-pawed, to curl up in a warm ball on top of him and purr until Gabriel falls asleep, one hand resting on that fuzzy back.
Gabriel isn’t lonely, and none of that reminds him of anyone. He’s just being a good cat owner.
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