Housecat

AN: how do you art bitches do it 🧍

Broken stood up and changed back into his regular clothes quietly, walking over to the window to sneak out like he used to when he was 15. Oswald looked up at him from the floor, looking from him to Remus. “Do not..” he hissed softly. It stretched its big neck over, threatening to wake Remus up.

”’M not goin’ anywhere, I’ll be fine..” he assured. Oswald just hovered over Remus’ legs, the dogs are smart they know he shouldn’t be up and about. Broken rolled his eyes and opened the window, wiggling out. Oswald let it’s head fall on Remus, waking him up. “Ouchie… Broken, what are you doing?” He sat up.

The dumb cat was already halfway out the window. “Nothin’…” he flicked his tail. “Get back to bed.” He said sternly. “It’s way too early to be awake, and you’re hurt.” Broken grumbled and crawled back inside, settling into bed again. “Wasn’t gonna get in trouble..” Remus hummed and cuddled up to his chest. “I don’t care, you’re hurt. No moving until I say so.”

The next morning Broken took Remus downstairs, the only heavy lifting he was allowed to do, and got ready for work like he normally did. “And where are you going?” Remus watched him get ready. “Work..” he kicked his boots on. “Absolutely not.” He said. “You’re not going to work until you’re better, knowing your job you’ll have your head on a spear next.”

Broken pouted like a child. It certainly wasn’t because he enjoyed going to work, he just wanted to leave the house. “But I’ve gotta make money..” “you own the place dear, you can take time off whenever you want.” Remus assured, busy making breakfast. He huffed and flopped on the couch melodramatically, immediately arching his back in pain. Not a thought in that pretty head. “Don’t break the couch, if you do you’ll have to put the new one together on your own.” He hummed.

He mocked Remus under his breath. Now a reminder for anyone wondering how he can still breathe properly with his messed up ribs, and for me because I kinda forgot, very long story short Broken has abnormally high pain tolerance. Basically he could break a leg and still walk around on it. It would still hurt but… he could if he really wanted to.

Remus brought breakfast over, setting plates on the coffee table. “You’ll survive a little while without work.” He huffed and sat up. “Speakin’ of work when do you go back..?” “Monday.” He hummed happily. “You’re going to have the whole house to yourself, you poor thing.” Broken smiled and rolled his eyes. “‘M sure I’ll get through it..”

”Well you’ll have to get through it while sitting down.” Remus said. “You’re going to be out of commission for at least a month if two.” Broken whined and leaned back against the couch. “I can’t stay still for that long… I’ve got stuff to do..” like you know, taking care of the two GIANTS ON THE LOOSE.