Shelter

“He likes you,” the guy said incredulously.

Lambert looked up from the cat that had just invaded his lap to see someone about his own age - brown hair, the bluest fucking eyes now trained on the cat in Lambert's lap, slim build under his red “Kaer Morhen Wolves” hoodie and black skinny jeans ending in a pair of black chucks.

“Course he does, I’m fucking irresistible,” Lambert shot back automatically with a snort as he continued to pet the cat who had stopped posturing and instead made itself comfortable in his lap, seeming for all the world like it intended to stay there.

As if sensing Lambert’s thoughts, it flicked its single yellow eye up at him and yawned as a deep rumbling purr starting up somewhere in the depths of all that orange fur.

Lambert gets dragged along when Eskel gets called in to an emergency at the local animal shelter he volunteers at. He didn't expect to meet someone there, he especially didn't expect to bring someone home...