He looks around briefly, checking for anyone he needs to avoid. Upon seeing the almost completely empty street, he sighs and relaxes. Mew does the same in his hood. He purrs loudly before gently rubbing against his mage’s neck. Wyatt smiles to himself and continues walking to his dorm.

As he climbs up the stairs to his third floor room, he feels Mew pop up beside his face on his shoulder. He looks at him and sees the cat staring intently at something. Before he can find what he’s looking at, Mew hops off of him and, transforming mid fall, flies around sporadically. Wyatt stalls completely and looks at his familiar’s aerial display. “What’s up with you?” He asks a smile on his face. Mew doesn’t answer and instead flies ahead of him up the stairs. Wyatt panics slightly and begins rushing up behind his familiar.

He reaches the third flow and sees Mew zoom into the hall. “Mew! Wait-” He cuts himself off with a groan and quickly follows his familiar into the hall. Not even five feet from the door Mew is on the floor in cat form chewing on a bug. Wyatt just stares incredulously at him. “Are you serious… A bug?”

The cat freezes at the accusation. Wyatt crosses his arms and waits for the inevitable. Mew starts hacking and coughing, oh gods, that was gross! He slumps to the side, being over dramatic, in all of my years have I ever done something so undignified as eating a fly.

Wyatt snorts as he picks up the sulking and limp skelecat. “Yes you have. Remember when you coughed up a hairball in your food when we were nine?”

You swore to never bring that up again! Mew yowls out, furiously flailing about.

Wyatt chuckles as he holds the struggling cat away from him, “Did you really expect me to-” He starts but is cut off when he sees Derek standing in front of his door, looking at him.

Mew notices the sudden cut in conversation and twists around to see the cause. Immediately, the familiar tenses, but then untenses. Wyatt I think he’s not here too instigate anything.

Wyatt, ignoring his cat, walks up to Derek. Well. not walking really, more so stalking. Ready to go into action at any minute. Between Derek being alone and Wyatt’s own pent up anger he couldn’t really think about anything other then going on the offensive. “Here to insult me further?” Wyatt says effectively cutting off whatever the jock was about to say. He’s standing in front of Derek now.

Derek looks a little upset. “No-”

“Oh! No, wait, I know! You regret your actions because you got kicked out of the only decent cafe within walking distance!” Wyatt says voice raising slightly. He can barely process Mew shrinking into his hood as he lets out his anger. “So now you wanna apologize and try and get back in the cafe so your lackeys can torment me more!”

Derek looks honestly a little hurt and surprised. He steps away from the door slightly, trying to shift his weight as if it would change the hostility of the situation.“Dude, no, I wanted to apologize-”

“And I wanted to be left alone and not harassed!” Wyatt shouts, interrupting the no doubt meaningless apology. He didn’t miss Derek moving and takes the chance using his anger to mask him placing himself closer to the door. “But Guess even the most perfect of people don’t get what they want, huh!?”

Derek looks genuinely confused. Wyatt’s almost disappointed. He expected anger or hurt not confusion. Derek starts to speak again. “Wyatt- oof!” He’s cut off by Wyatt quickly pushing him the rest of the way from the door. He quickly opens it and enters.

Mew starts to speak again. Hurriedly trying to remedy the situation. Wyatt! Wait he’s probably- Wyatt ignores him as he gives one last victorious glare at a very confused and miffed Derek before slamming it shut. The cats words slowly die upon realizing that his mage is still a stubborn, overly aggressive moron. Trying… to… apologize… the cat breathes in deeply before practically screaming, Can you not read a situation!? Did you even look at him?! He was trying to-

“Mew stop.” Wyatt says, dropping his stuff next to his bed. Mew blinks a few times before begrudgingly moving to Wyatt’s pillow. Wyatt starts switching into pj's as he continues talking, “He’s a jock. He’s friends with the people who’ve been harassing us for two weeks. There’s no way he was going to apologize and mean it. He probably just wanted to fuck with me.” Wyatt finishes his sentence with a tone of finality causing Mew to not respond. It doesn’t stop the cat from angrily staring at him though.

Wyatt sighs feeling his familiars eyes on him, “I’m not going to even talk to him… It’s not like I’ll run into him ever again…” He stops mid thought and looks confused for a moment. “Wait how did he even get in this dorm? Furthermore, How does he know where I live?” He asks meeting his cat’s ethereal eyes.

Mew stares at him for a second. Wyatt… he’s your neighbor. He says it like it should’ve been obvious and yeah Wyatt probably should’ve been aware of that. But...

“He’s my WHAT?!”