Gemotions

“You know, I actually agree,” David said, meeting his roommate’s gaze. He could feel the slight tremor in his own voice, betraying the thrill he felt. The cat was going to be a reality.

Mark had spent the last hour railing against the prospect of cat ownership. The arguments were the same old song and dance about shedding, scratching, and general chaos.

David let him rant, knowing the tide had turned. He'd simply presented his counterarguments, pointing out the loneliness he felt in the apartment. He'd shared his desire for companionship. Mark had cracked. He had caved.

He could feel the power surging through him. He wouldn't show it, but he felt an energy he hadn't in a long time. It felt good to have won. He was going to love it.