Till lifted Apollo into the air with both hands as he lay on his back across Love's bed, making the quiet whooshing sound of a hovercraft.
"Rawr, evil cat coming in for an attack, run for your lives, raaah!" Apollo stared at him with a distinct lack of amusement when Till dropped him down gently on the bed and pretended to fight him.
"We can't win! It's too strong!" He commentated, mimicking collapsing in a puddle of his own blood, whilst Apollo pounced onto his chest, playfully.
"Gah! You vicious Beast! You'll kill me!" Till chuckled, rolling onto this side to cradle the kitten and rubbing underneath its chin until it began to purr deeply, nuzzling at his chin.
'Are you bored, beautiful?' Till's hand stilled at the unexpected intrusion for the second time that morning. His lips quirked up higher, involuntarily.
'Unimaginably so. How could you tell?' He laid back and stared up at the ceiling.
