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Soap was beginning to think he hadn’t thought his plan through enough as he wrestled with the growling cat to try to get his chicken sandwich back. He had given the cat a few small pieces of chicken to try to lure it back to his room, but as soon as the door had closed and he sat down the cat snatched the whole sandwich. He curses under his breath as he thinks about how low he has sunk to be bullied out of his lunch by a cat the same size as a chihuahua.
Soap tries to quickly grab the sandwich, but he only manages to gain a claw in his hand for his efforts. “Fuckin’ hell. Feral little beasty,” he mutters as he clutches his bleeding hand to his chest. He sighs to himself giving up as he just decides to accept the fact that he’s not getting his lunch back anytime soon.
As soon as the brat finished eating his lunch they suddenly were back to being all friendly and rubbing their side against his leg. Soap huffs disbelieving at how quick the menace changed their tune as he says in a gruff voice, “Nice try, but I don’t have any more food. You’ve got that whole cute act down so how about you just go and trick some other poor sap out of their meal?” The cat just lets out a soft meow and Soap swears if he hadn’t just heard the deep growls a few minutes before he’d believe that this cat was completely innocent.
Soap isn’t proud to admit that he was bullied into sleeping at the very bottom of his bed that night since anytime he tried to take his normal place the cat would hiss and swipe at him.