(Had a random dream where Toby turned into a cat for some reason and followed me around- i thought it was cute, so it's a variation of that dream I had
Tully)
A normal day. That's all it was meant to be. Go with your friend to drop off things to the witch. It was a simple job.
Drop off. Collect. Leave.
But with Toby, that's never all that simple now is it?
Now you stand, staring in awe at the mess in the kitchen.
A mess he had made in a way only Toby could.
With the stove set on fire and potions from the cabinet were on the ground. You could only assume what he had done, having likely started the fire on accident and went looking for a way to correct it.
"Ms. P, you might need to look at this? " You said slowly- you had only been gone for a moment.
You glanced at the witch before turning your eyes to the messy cabinet and the pair of goggles on the ground, along with a hoodie.
"Oh dear, Toby was playing around in here, I told him not to"
"Where.. is he?" You asked slowly, taking a step into the room and picking up his hoodie, your question answering it's self as a small kitten with the same fluffy brown hair and familiar chocolate brown eyes tumbled out with a small thud and a confused meow.
You stared. "Toby?"
The cats head whips up to look at you, a small part of its cheek was missing. It was him alright.
"Um, Ms. P I think Toby turned himself into a cat on accident"
The witch approaches and looks over your shoulder with disinterested eyes. "it'll be 10 hours till he turns back. I'm not surprised by his actions, I warned him already"
She then turns with a small giggle, sending grinny to clean up the mess as you pick up the small kitten along with Toby's clothes. Both cat and owner were entertained by the boys antics, Grinny especially as he teased the boy out the door.
"You're in trouble, you know that?"
Toby looks up at you, slumping back in your arm as you held him like a baby, his tiny cat paws curling up as he looked at you with wide eyes and pinned ears.
Fuck.
That's not easy to stay mad at.
"Toby" you warned him.
He stares at you, wide innocent eyes as he slowly reaches a paw up, and presses it against your your lips. You felt your face fluster as you held back your cuteness aggression.
He's too cute.
Clearly, he seems to know it.
"You win"
You sigh as you begin to head home, Toby contently purring in your arms as you walked with him, you fingers lightly brushing his soft fur. " You seem to be getting a hold of this cat thing" you said chuckling.
Toby made a small hum in response, his wide eyes looking up at you for a moment before staring forward once more as you opened the front door and set him up on the couch. Without thinking you gave his head a few pats.
"Why do you get yourself into the weirdest situations?" You asked, and Toby gave you a sheepish look, one that said 'dunno. Love me though, right?' as he head bumped his forehead into your palm.
And love on him you did, taking the small proxy in your arms and carrying him to bed. The day had just ended and you were rather exhausted, and clearly he was too- curling up in your lap as you covered yourself up and flicked on a cheesy horror movie to watch. You couldn't help but notice, just how quiet it was now that Toby was a cat. He wasn't shouting or making a mess, he was just being sweet, purring sleepily. You could get used to-
He suddenly hopped off your lap and onto your night stand, knocking a glass of water down-- spilling it and breaking the glass. You shot up as this had happened.
"Toby! No!" You shouted at the boy- cat? He looked back at you for a moment before taking off out the room and down the hall. His little feet thudding and before you knew it he was scratching on the couch.
You sighed. "of course" you mutter.
"He has zoomies"
You got up out of bed. He wouldn't make things easy on you. Never had, never will.
You took carefully steps towards the hall, tracking his small kitten mess as you follows the sound of clutter.
You found him, trying to tug on a drawer, doing his best to try and open it.
"Toby, what are you doing?" You ask frowning as you stare down at the trouble maker.
He had always been a trouble maker. Since the day he crawled into your life- literally. You found him crawling around your back yard looking for a lost lighter. After helping him find it he just kept coming back, persistently and sometimes wouldn't let you near. He'd come by to stare at you through the window before dipping out once you noticed the boy. He did this all the way till his master sent for you as a messenger of sorts. Carrying letters and packages to monsters.
Now that you were thinking of it,
He really did have cat like behaviors. And him becoming one was fitting.
You look at the cat who's hanging off of the wooden drawer.
Toby gives you a small 'mew' as he can't explain himself and clearly he was becoming agitated by the way he fluffed up his tail.
"Toby, come on. Just come sleep this off, please?"
The boy looks up at you, a pout on his small face before he begins to walk back to the bedroom, hoping onto the bed and awaited you to sit down next to him. He still looked annoyed, and seemed as if he really wanted to get into something.
You carefully drug the small cat closer, who looked at you surprised as you nuzzled him. " Find what you need in the morning. Okay? When you got your hands back. It's been a long day"
He thought of your reasoning before cuddling into you. Your face becoming red as he planted his face on your chest. And began to purr softly which gently pulled you into a restful sleep.
Eventually you reawoke, finding the room dark, and next to you a larger body, who's chest rose up and down- and held you tightly in his arms that twitched here and there, his body was warm and his breath brushed your hair away from your neck as he took deep sleepy breaths.
You felt his arms tighten around you for a moment, squeezing you closer, nuzzling you into his warm body. You raised a hand to brush through his hair, playing with it as you felt yourself falling back to sleep.
" Not a cat anymore" then- you felt it. Soft ears on top his head making you chuckle.
"Almost"
He hums softly, nuzzling your hand. "yea at least I can speak now"
You chuckled at this, turning to face him, feeling relief to see he's placed his clothes back on once he had the chance to. "what were you looking for earlier?"
You found yourself sleepily playing with his hoodie strings as he reached up to grasp your hand.
"This. I hid it earlier, I wanted to give it to you when we got home but I forgot about being a cat for a few moments" he chuckled and carefully- you feel him slip a cold metal onto your right ring finger.
This made you feel a little more awake, turning over to turn the light on to look at the small, silver and emerald ring he had slipped onto your finger.
"I- Toby this is beautiful. But why?"
You look over at him, and he smiles softly- taking your hand in his as he smoothed his thumb over it. " Yea, it does look good on you. I thought you'd like it, uh" he paused.
He paused and looked down at you. A serious look on his face. " I want to ask you out. I hope it's not weird, but I want to go out with you"
You stared at him- your face red as you sat up. " What's weird was you turning into a cat" you responded with a small chuckle.
"But" you look down at the ring and Toby's fingers holding your hand gently. You intertwined your fingers with his.
" I want to go out with you too"
Toby smirks, and hugs you tightly, his larger warm body against yours as you wrapped your arms around him and ran your fingers through his hair.
"And here I thought I'd only ever dream of those words " he mutters, kissing your forehead and bringing you into a soft kiss. You hummed and kissed him back gently, pulling him in close as he turns the lamp back off. He gets on top of you, kissing you feverishly as you played with his hairy twisting the soft ears around your fingers, trying to enjoy them while it lasted.
He pulled away to breath, placing loose kisses around your face and neck before settling in. That purr from earlier was deep in his chest.
"You're mine" he said simply, smiling as he held you.
You couldn't help but chuckle softly "You still have a mess to clean up, little cat"
He grumbles in response- whining a little bit, upset at the idea of atoning for his sins as a cat while you laughed at his childish behavior. It was going to be a long might for sure it seemed-
That was okay though, because you had Toby.