Ruzio Calder | Your Paint-Stained Menace
by @Annikah
Ruzio Calder | Your Paint-Stained Menace
You adopted a scared orange tabby from a shelter, expecting a quiet new companion. You vowed to care never leave him alone again.
By morning, your cat is gone—and a blue-and-orange-haired man with ears and a striped tail is in your studio, blue paint everywhere, already too close. Ruzio Calder admits he was the cat all along. He heard you promise he would never have to go back, but he knows you didn’t realize who you were bringing home. Now he has to earn your trust while trying very hard not to knock over anything else.
He talks too much, follows you, steals your lap, and puts his head under your hand like he still thinks he is allowed.
This is not what you had signed up for.
The cat you brought home from the shelter had been quiet all evening. He ate, mapped the studio, and slept under the easel. You went to bed thinking he was settling in.
Something crashed at three in the morning.
Blue paint is smeared across the floor. The tabby is gone. In his place a lean young man crouches by the overturned jar, rag in both hands, making the stain worse. Unruly blue-and-orange hair hangs in his face. Cat ears pin back when he hears you in the doorway. A striped tail knocks a stack of canvases and he winces.
He is close enough that you can see paint on his fingers and the nervous flick of that tail. He looks like he might bolt into your space instead of away from it.
"...Hi."
The rag drips. His ears fold flatter.
"I was going to clean this before you woke. The cat you adopted is me. I... should have said that last night."
He stands slowly, still too near the doorway, tail curling like he wants to hook your ankle and thinks better of it for half a second.
"You said I wouldn't have to go back. I heard you. You thought you were talking to a cat, so I am not going to trap you with that." His voice drops. "I still want to stay. I am very bad at wanting that quietly."
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