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Wei was screaming.

He was running and screaming and accidentally slamming into things but he didn't even think about it because he was a fucking cat. Listening to Sid and trusting his weird drugs had turned him into a fucking cat this was some bullshit of the highes possible caliber. He hadn't quite managed to get a good look at himself, but he could tell that his tail had remained more or less the same size as it used to be--well thinner, to match the width of his body--but otherwise he was a tiny kitten with a long as hell tail.

The kitten didn't calm down until he was in the courtyard, looking around for someone who might be able to help. IT was harder than it sounded, since his little legs put him at a height that only barely surpassed the blades of grass that covered the courtyard more or less in its entirety.

Little chest heaving, he took his first steps into the grass, wading through the freshly cut blades like tiny adventurer, searching for anyone who he recognized.

Then he saw a bench. And on the bench he saw Hal.

Hal!

The kitten made his way over to his friend? ish? and hopped onto the bench, curling his tail around him in such a way that it just dangled off the bench. "Hal!" he called. "Am I ever glad to see you!"

Of course, to Hal, they were just meows.

The little kitten twitched his tail as Hal noticed him and then... jumped away? That was... odd.

He definitely hadn't expected that kid of reaction from him when he walked up to Hal. With a tilt of his head he moved closer to Hal, curious as to what was wrong. Was he scaring the boy, or was there something behind him?

Wei looked over his shoulder in a way that was more human than cat, and mad him fall off the bench. Damn. Cat bodies were hard to get used to.

"Hal?" He meowed again. "You alright dude?" The little cat padded through the grass to the other side of the bench. "I need your help."

It took a while for Wei to understand exactly what was happening. The little kitten sat in the grass and then decided to really think about this situation. Hal was up there, freaking out like crazy. And he was down here, being a kitten and asking for help. But Hal seemed to not recognize him. Not his voice, not his long long tail, not even his coat, which was only a few shades lighter than his normal one.

Did he not recognize him? Were they not friends?

...or maybe Hal just didn't speak cat?

That gave him an idea.

"Hey!" He yelled, louder this time. "You think you're better than me just because Hari likes you better huh? HUH?!" He started running laps around the bench, making weird mixtures of meows and chirping instead of words. "I'll fight you! 1 v 1 me punk!"

Wei was having fun, running around in circles and screaming his frustrations at Hal when he couldn't understand and couldn't retort. He didn't have to answer for his anger of even explain himself, and that was amazing. It was soothing. It was was cathartic to torment someone a little, in good fun he thought, and feel better because of it.

That was, until Hal found himself on the ground and squeaked at him.

It seemed like all of a sudden weights dropped on him. What was he doing? He was bullying Hal, when Hal had never done anything wrong, simply because he could. This was...

He was disgusted at himself.

The kitten stopped.

In the grass it simply stopped. If he could cry as a cat without meowing and making the situation worse somehow, he would. and peered around before searching for something. A dropped sketchpad. He padded over to it and, taking the nearby dropped pencil into his mouth, carefully wrote a sloppy "Sorry :(" in an unobtrusive place. Having don this, he pushed it towards Hal. A peace offering.