“Close your eyes,” Kris said one day as he entered my apartment. I was in the middle of clearing up my stuff. After the accident (which was actually pretty minor, but not according to my sisters) Jessica forced me to stay at her dorm, and under all circumstances I was not allowed to be out of her sight. Great.

I lifted a brow at Kris as he stood there.

“Come on,” he said, rolling his eyes.

Hesitant, I closed them at last. I felt him something onto my lap. It was soft and warm. A sweater?

Then it moved, and I blinked my eyes open without waiting for his signal.

“W-W-W-What the heck, Kris—” I stammered out useless words as I stared at the tiny fur ball on my lap. It was the kitten from before.

“Well,” he said. “I bet you had a reason for saving this little guy. You must really like cats, don’t you?”

I nodded eagerly, then finally turned to the little kitten, holding him up with both of my hands.

“He’s in one piece,” I said as I exhaled in relief.

“Hey, he had one cool supermama to save him,” Kris said, and I smiled. “Anyways, I thought you’d might wanted to see him again. Don’t worry about him. He didn’t even get a bruise.”

I played with the little kitty for a while, till Kris said that he was starting to feel invisible.

“Oh, please,” I said. “You’re jealous of a cat?”

He frowned. “I’m not jealous. But if I’d known that this is how you were going to treat me I wouldn’t have gone to find him.”

I giggled as I tickled the kitten’s soft belly. It purred endlessly, meowing and rolling on my lap.

Kris grunted, shifting his gaze elsewhere.

I raised a brow. “What, you want your stomach to be tickled, too?”

He let out a noticeable pout. “Well, at least I’d like to get some attention after— H-Hey, what’re you— Stop! T-That tickles!”

I sent him down to the floor, causing him to burst into fits.

“Stop!” he pleaded between laughter. “S-Stop!”

When I did, his laughter stopped, and his frown returned.

He pulled himself back to the couch. “Not funny.”

“I think it was,” I said, grinning.

I reached for my bag and pulled out a red ribbon. It’d look perfect on the kitten’s grey fur. I pulled the kitty over and tied the ribbon around his neck.

“There,” I said. “Now you look as handsome as your daddy.”

“Daddy?” Kris raised a brow.

“Hey, you brought him here,” I reminded him.

He shook his hands. “Ohohoho, no. I ain’t taking care of that fur ball.”

“Hmph. Fine. Then I will.”

“What?” His eyes widened. “You’re not going to keep him, are you?”

“See what you can do about that,” I said smugly, holding onto the kitten tight. “I’m going to call him Kevin.”

“Hey,” he said. “I’m not going to share my name with an animal.”

“Fine,” I said. “I’ll call him Dragon, then.”

“What do dragons have to do with cats?”

“Nothing,” I said. “That’s why.”

He looked at me, nose crinkled, utterly confused and dazed.

“Well, then,” he said. “Onto the real surprise.”

He brought out a box, and then I remembered seeing it before. It was the one he brought the other day, right before I was pressured into the dance studio.

“I forgot to give it to you before we head out,” he said.

I opened the lid, and on the inside was a dress, green in colour.

Kris shrugged. “Got it cheap at a sale.”

I pulled the dress out and stared at it. Dragon sat beside me, cocking his head at the garment I was holding. He