In Which Dori Gets a Cat

Dori has a cat.

Or rather, the family has a cat.

Dori can remember how they got her—remembers his mother coming into his bedroom after he had already been sent to bed, waking him up and telling him to grab his shoes. She had let him wear his pajamas, and she had wrapped him up in a blanket in the backseat. It had been dark, and he had thought it was very late—now, as an adult, he thinks that it had probably only been nine or ten at the latest, but then it had seemed like a witching hour, a magical time when he was allowed to stay up late, to travel in his pajamas, to hold his mother’s hand.

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Equal amounts of Brother Ri feels and the unconditional love of animals. Implied maternal death and suicide. It's lazy fic, which means it's all plotless feels.