 Yeahhh, Mr White! Yeah science!
“A cat person?” Arch looked up from his drink, an eyebrow arching. He'd never really thought about it before. The only pets they had growing up was his ma's Maltese, aptly named Fluff, and his dad's weird hairless cat. Both of which were elderly, so were only around when the triplets were young. Wait.. what on earth did Angus mean by that? “How am I aaanything like a cat?” He drawled with a roll of the eyes. No, no.. it really did warrant an explanation, Angus. He laughed, though, at the thought of being coached by Ang. “You'll make me dance it off? Mate, I have two left feet. You do NOT want that responsibility.”
“Look. I'm the lawyer and I didn't say anything directly about Matty OR Allie being idiots. It was a generalisation. It wouldn't stand up in court.” Probably. Thankfully, he had never seen Matty get violent. It was more likely that she'd make fun of him until he begged for forgiveness.
“I smile all the time.” He grinned a rictus, big and fake and sarcastic at his partner. Hmph. Just because he didn't walk around looking like the Cheshire Cat (cats again). “The cake helps, but she's all sugar and rainbows. It's infectious.”
Back to the dancing and Arch listened to Angus. “I might not like dancing myself but it's entertaining to watch.” He understood where Angus was coming from on a superficial level. But still.. they were together now. “I show you my strengths. Hell, I even show you my weaknesses. Is it really that scary for you?”
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