i feel like whiskey is the kind of person who like, finds a kitten on the side of the road or something as he’s going to class and just picks it up, takes it with him. and so he sits down in the classroom next to his best friend & sets all of his books down and he just goes “hey, hey tango. tango look.” and then he just opens up his hoodie pocket up a little bit and a lil baby kitten head pops out
and then like tango shouts for a split second and then he just gets the happiest face like “oh my go d???? what???? where did you find it???? is it a boy or a girl???? have you named her???? what’s her name???? can we keep her????”