wickedlittlecritta
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- Posted: Sat, 03 Jan 2015 00:58:31 +0000
Tevye Donnowitz
- Tevye flatted against the wall as Zorán came down the stairs. "Zorán. Hi," he said. He liked Zorán, but this was too many people for him to deal with. And when Max came up into the kitchen, he fled up to his room. Temperance was tiring. Max made his skin crawl.
He'd almost forgotten how is room was torn apart.Tevye frowned at the blankets and books strewn across the floor, his mattress shoved in the corner opposite the bed frame, his desk and dresser pulled away from the wall. He couldn't believe there weren't any bugs at all.
Maybe it was a skin disease.
Maybe this was how they were getting to him. Covering all of his sheets and clothes with a powder or something that made him itch.
He could go take a shower and wash it off. Do some laundry. Only they'd be expecting that, wouldn't they? The showers would have it in the water. So would the washing machine.
Tevye whimpered and melted to the floor. His arms still itched, but he was too scared to keep scratching. What if that would make his skin fall off?
Something scratched at the window. Tevye jumped, losing his balance and reaching for the baseball bat under his bed on instinct (he had never played, but nobody thought anything of a kid from Boston owning a bat), before realizing it was only Socks in the window. The one eyed tom cat glared at him.
"Oh. Hi," Tevye said, regaining his feet and going to the window. They were not, technically, allowed pets, but then, Socks was not technically a pet.Socks slid in under his open arm and curled up on a pile of clothes. Tevye frowned and sat next to him, waiting for the cat to wake up and start scratching.
He didn't.
Maybe it didn't work on cats.
Maybe there wasn't anything there.
Tevye reached out and stroked Socks' back. The ginger tabby purred, and Tevye smiled. People were hard. Cats were easy. They were definitely plotting something, but they were honest about it, so Tevye didn't mind. Laying on the floor, Tevye ignored the mess and focused on the cat.
If Socks wasn't itchy, he shouldn't be either.