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The moment that Mistress Beatrice left the apartment - under the guise of going out with girlfriends but Princess Donut could smell the perfume she only wore for her other boyfriend - Princess Donut jumped up onto the back of the couch. She raised her fluffy tail in a crooked greeting as she padded across the back of the couch to where Carl sat.
Carl glanced at Princess Donut from the corner of his eye, acknowledging her presence on the couch. His attention went back to the glowing television and his fingers moved frantically on the controller.
Princess Donut rubbed her body against the back of Carl's head. He'd just returned from a trip to the groomer's and Princess Donut enjoyed how his shaved head felt. She sniffed his head and narrowed her eyes. The groomer didn't smell very good and their scent clung to Carl; but Princess Donut could fix that! She rubbed her face against Carl's head, reapplying her scent to him so that everyone would know that Carl belonged to her.
Carl cursed and his scent went spicy with annoyance. He dropped the controller and Carl reached back with one hand, fingers finding Princess Donut's scruff. He gave her a good scratch. "Hi, Pretty Girl," he said. "Did you come to help me win?"
Princess Donut purred. She settled down and leaned into Carl's hand. Her tail flicked the side of his face.
Carl brushed her tail out of his face, setting it on his shoulder instead.
Princess Donut tolerated this. She watched Carl pick up the game controller.
"Alright. Let's kick some ass," Carl said. His fingers moved and the scene on the screen changed.
Princess Donut meowed.
From Carl's headset came a voice that Princess Donut recognized as belonging to one of Carl's friends. Was it Sam? She could never remember. "Dude, that was so loud. Is Donut wearing your headset?"
Carl laughed. "Nah, she's on my shoulders."
"It's crazy how much time you spend with that cat. I feel like I never see you anymore," Sam said.
Carl's scent soured and his shoulders tensed beneath Donut. "It's not like that. Donut's my good luck charm."
"You're getting fragged so hard," Sam said, pity in his voice.
Carl took a swing of beer, tipping his head back against Donut's body.
He was heavy so she whipped her tail into his eyes.
"Goddamnit, Donut," Carl cursed and batted her tail out of his face. He shook his head and gave an affronted grunt that Donut felt through his neck.
Princess Donut yawned and turned around so that her back was to Carl's neck. She didn't care for Sam.