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They figure out who the little blond cat is mostly because Jensen's glasses are under the desk, and the cat doesn't shut up. It circles and yells and chases Clay's shoelaces and yells and rubs up on Aisha and looks smug about it. Cougar retrieves him before Aisha can shove him off the bed, letting Jensen climb his arm and sniff his hair.

"That doesn't even." Pooch stares at the cat. "What the fuck. Clay? What the actual fuck, man."

Aisha shrugs. "If they're gonna use an experimental weapon, I guess this is better than cleaning him out of the carpet."

"Mrawo," Jensen agrees, hanging over Cougar's shoulder like a furry scarf. "Yrrrao?"

"Jesus," Pooch mutters, "he is not sleeping with me. And if you lick your balls or anything, I'm putting your furry little Disney ass in the trunk."

Jensen makes complaining noises that quiet down when Cougar reaches up to scratch under his chin. After a minute, Clay decides that he isn't going to bring up the fact that Jensen's naked junk is on Cougar's neck, because Cougar can kill people from about a mile away and Clay can't sprint that fucking fast. He'll bring it up as blackmail later. Not that Cougar looks like he minds having Jensen properly sized to shove in the pocket of his coat.

"We'll fix this," Cougar murmurs. "Mm? Until then, you're a cat. You sleep wherever you want."

Jensen purrs.

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Cougar can kill people from about a mile away and Clay can't sprint that fucking fast.

EEEEEEEEEEEE Love that line!! You got laconic!Clay spot on!

The Losers just opened in the UK and I just got back from it (LOVED IT OF COURSE) so now I can read your fics, hurray! Think I might be going with Clay/Cougar for my OTP, though.