I hope you like cats, or Hoss' birthday bash [toss]

He’d seen the date circled and labeled in Hoss’ apartment which was the only reason he even knew the date of the occasion. What were you even supposed to do for a birthday? Especially when their dad just died the week before.He had vague recollections of birthday parties when he was little but those seemed highly inappropriate for their age, and speaking of which he had no clue what to get him either. The obvious choice of a gift would be a book but Hoss owned so many he didn’t want to risk getting him a duplicate.

His solution came unexpectedly via a large “For Sale” sign in a window while he was walking towards the others apartment.

Just hope he doesn’t hate me for it… He rapped his knuckle against the door lightly and when the door opened to Hoss standing there he almost instantly shoved the box into the others arms, “I-I saw the date on your calendar and I didn’t really know what to get for you s-so…” he trailed off, clearly embarrassed and red about it, can’t even look him in the eyes.

The box was medium sized, it wasn’t really anything special a cardboard box with a lid and some holes poked in the top and one of those cheap stick-on bows stuck on it in a poor attempt to make it look decorative. A muffled mewl came from inside it.

He was laughing and that was good. He genuinely looked happier than he had seen him in what felt like a long time. He followed him inside, closing the door behind them. There were as many books as there ever were, though a few more piles of fallen over stacks. Hoss was lying down with glee as the kitten struggled to walk on him.

"This things going to be the fiercest feline ever! What about Ievan though? You'll have to be careful bringing him around…. does it, he? she? Have a name and or a gender?"

Trevor went over to them and scratched the cat behind its ears, it lost its footing but righted itself again quickly. “It’s a guy and I’ll worry about Ievan…” He smiled a little and sat down near Hoss’ feet, “It’s yours now so you should name it.” And don’t ask him either, the only reason his gerbil didn’t have a really stupid name is because there was someone in his life that wasn’t a complete ass that he could name it after.

"I don't know why but it's the first cat-ish name I can think of. Jasper the cat. Jasper Meowington the third, esquire. Yeah, that sounds about right."

“Jaspers just fine.” He probably didn’t mean long name seriously, but he could never be one hundred percent sure with Hoss. It was really adorable – both of them actually. Trevor pretty much had a soft spot for anything that breathed practically and tiny kittens rolling around would melt anybody’s heart. And Hoss was giddy as a child, which totally made any inconvenience it had taken to buy and carry the cat worth it.

So Hoss really hadn’t celebrated his birthday in a long time, he wasn’t any better of course. Turning back time, when his family had been together, they couldn’t afford anything extravagant for his birthday. A cake his family would make together out of the cheap mix you could buy at any grocery store and one inexpensive gift. “Well I’m glad I could get you something after all that time.”

"If you were a cat what do you think your name would be?"

That was out of the blue. He had to think about it for a few awkward seconds where he ran a hand through his hair distractedly “W-wouldn’t Trevor still be ok?”