3rd Floor Common Room, Friday Evening

[apocalypsehow]

So, his brother was currently a cat. And said cat was now in Five's care as Annie went to a party or something. He hadn't really cared too much.

Until he realized that was supposed to actually look after cat!Diego.

Then he was wondering if he should call her to come back early because he now had claw marks all over his hands and arms from the furry little monster. "Fine, stay under the couch for all I care," he hissed at the lowly growling form jammed up under there.

Ah, yes. Brotherly love at it's finest.

[of course it's open]

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[apocalypsehow]

"Clearly you don't have siblings." He had too many. You could have, like, Klaus and Luther if you liked.

[noonedecidesmyfate]

"There was always just me," Belle confirmed. "Even if I had them I doubt they would have turned into cats."

Although considering where she came from it wasn't outside the realm of possibility.

[apocalypsehow]

"Again, you don't understand siblings and just how vexing they can be." He was honestly assuming Diego did this out of spite.

Because it was such a Hargreeves thing.

[noonedecidesmyfate]

"I do have plenty of experience with vexing men and boys," Belle said pointedly.

Present company absolutely included.

[apocalypsehow]

"Do you now." That was rude, Belle! So rude!

Deserved and all. But still!

[noonedecidesmyfate]

The truth hurts sometimes, Five!

"I really do."

There was that betrothed to a creep thing she had to deal with but he was far away and didn't need to be dealt with until she returned home.

[apocalypsehow]

Well, that seemed to be a non-ideal situation. Wouldn't murder be the better fix?

"Well, perhaps you'd like to find him some food."

[noonedecidesmyfate]

It was not ideal at all! And being murdered by an older man with mysterious powers would be extremely on-brand for him...

"Have you tried chicken? They like chicken."

[apocalypsehow]

Murder! The thing Five was super good at. Because it sure as hell wasn't socializing.

"Chicken," he replied dubiously. "Does this place even have chicken in it?"

[noonedecidesmyfate]

"You could check," Belle said, looking over at the refrigerator. "Or I suppose I could, so you don't disturb the poor creature any further. There's always some sort of food in here."

[apocalypsehow]

"I think he lives off raw eggs and protein powder, so whatever's in there can't be any worse."

Five lived on rage and coffee. Glass houses.

[noonedecidesmyfate]

"I'm sure we can find something more appealing than that," Belle said as she opened the fridge. "If nothing else there ought to be cream?"

[apocalypsehow]

"Cream?" Safe to say the Hargreeves didn't have pets growing up. Pogo didn't count. He could talk.

[noonedecidesmyfate]

"Cats love cream," Belle informed him. Did he know nothing?

With all the coffee consumed around here there ought to be cream in the fridge... "Ah. Here! We'll see if he likes it."

[apocalypsehow]

Cats were not allowed in their home and then everyone was dead! Also, Five didn't find it to be of use to know.

"If he pukes, I'll blame you," Five informed her.

[noonedecidesmyfate]

"As long as he does it on you and not on me," Belle shot back.

Diego clearly had more manners than to puke on Belle.

"Maybe he'll like you better if you give it to him."

[apocalypsehow]

"Unlikely," Five said, knowing full well where things stood in his family. But he did bring Diego over to do it.