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When Kim comes home, the first thing he sees is his husband Chay on the sofa, golden tail wagging merrily, talking to someone at his right. The second thing Kim sees is the back half of Porsche protruding from Kim's refrigerator box, red whip-like tail beating against the box flaps. Kim's pointed ears pin flat to his skull in irritation at the idea of someone invading Fort Kim, and he drops into a crouch, ass wiggling, black tail lashing back and forth in upset. Chay watches Kim shift his weight back and forth, eyes narrowing in on Porsche's tail, and Chay's tongue lolls out of his mouth in amusement, letting out a huffing laugh.
"I don't know," Porsche says from inside the box. "Kinn says he wants one, but for his birthday? It seems kind of cheap."
Kim is flying through the air, arms wide, claws sheathed, hurtling towards Porsche's back half, as Porsche continues to speak.
"I mean, I can't think of anything else to– AAARRRGGHH!"
Kim is on top of Porsche, batting at Porsche's waving tail, snapping his teeth inches from Porsche's fur. Porsche yelps, lashes out with a hind foot, and connects to Kim's chest, bowling him over. Porsche quickly backs out of the box, hackles raised, growling under his breath.
"Get him, P'Kim!" Chay giggles.
Kim rolls over, crouched on all fours, and lunges at Porsche's tail again, capturing it in his hands, snapping his teeth on the tip. Porsche lets out a surprised "Woof!" and cuffs Kim over the head. Kim lets out a growling cry and smacks Porsche's tail down, pinning it to the floor with sheathed claws.
"Why is he attacking me?" Porsche complains, shoving Kim away with a hand on the cat hybrid's forehead.
"He's defending Fort Kim," Chay laughs.
Porsche play-bows in front of Kim, letting out a delighted bark, and Kim raises one hand, and lightning quick, bats Porsche on the top of the head, getting in three good swats. Porsche half turns to avoid Kim's blows, and Kim rears up and pounces on Porsche again. As Porsche's tail wags in delight, Kim's fangs close around the tip of Porsche's tail, and Kim brings his back feet up, rabbit punching Porsche's legs.
"Ow! Ow! Ow!" Porsche complains.
"He's just playing, Hia."
"Well, his teeth are sharp!"
Porsche retaliates by putting his face in Kim's face and growling warningly. Kim lunges at Porsche's floppy red ear, and Porsche gets his hand on Kim's head, pinning him to the floor.
"Stop!" Porsche whines.
Kim squirms free and attacks Porsche's right leg, batting furiously at Porsche's pants, while Porsche's tail repeatedly thwacks Kim in the face. Kim scrabbles at Porsche's hoodie string, and Porsche swears when he hears a tearing sound.
"Dammit, Kim! No claws!" Porsche objects.
"Sorry," Kim says, licking at the rip in Porsche's sweatshirt.
"Truce?"
"Truce."
Kim springs to his feet, kisses Chay hello, and turns in a circle three times before settling next to Chay on the sofa.
"What do you want with Fort Kim?" Kim asks.
"You know Kinn's birthday is coming up? He asked for a box. Chay said I could check out yours."
"Yes. Kinn wants a refrigerator box," Kim confirms.
"You know what he got me for my birthday? A Rolex. How can I just give him a box?"
"It's not just a box, Hia. It's cushions, blankets, toys," Chay chirps.
"It's a habitat, Porsche," Kim says in a lecturing tone.
"Like a fish tank?" Porsche asks.
"It's a feline relaxation station," Chay says.
"It's a box," Porsche deadpans.
"It's an experience, Porsche," Kim corrects.
"Okay. Say I get Kinn the box. What do I fill it with?"
"Kinn really likes down cushions, but he doesn't indulge in them often," Kim reports.
"Oh, yes, Hia! Maybe a down body pillow!"
"And blankets! Blankets are a must!"
"Yes, Hia. A really good blanket."
"What kind?" Porsche asks.
"Nothing knitted or crocheted. Woven," Kim instructs.
"Bluetooth speakers!" Chay chirps.
"Catnip mice!"
"Sunbeams!" Kim and Chay chorus.
"There's a great window in Kinn's study," Porsche muses.
"Perfect!" Kim states.
"Anything I need to know about cardboard?"
"The thicker the better."
"Would a wooden box be better?"
Kim's ears lie flat against his head as he hisses in disgust.
"He can't chew on wood, Porsche. He'll get splinters!"
"Okay, okay. Cardboard."
"Cardboard," Kim confirms.
"Thanks, guys. You coming to the celebration on Thursday?"
"Of course!"
"We wouldn't miss it, Hia."
"Okay. I'm out of here. Hugs!" Porsche demands.
Chay gets up and wraps his arms around Porsche, squeezing tightly as Porsche licks Chay's face in joy. As Porsche pulls Kim in for a hug, Kim purrs in delight as Porsche scratches his ears.
"Thanks for letting me check out your box, Kim."
"No problem, Porsche. Thanks for playing with me."
Porsche reaches out and tousles Kim's hair as Kim jerks back with a weak hiss.
"Bye, guys!"
After Porsche leaves, Kim curls up on the couch, and Chay settles in Kim's lap, kissing him sweetly.
"Shrimp stir-fry?" Chay asks.
"Oh! Yes, please!"
As Chay goes into the kitchen, Kim crawls into Fort Kim, rubbing his cheeks over his blankets and kneading his pillows, replacing Porsche's scent with his own. When the contents of the box smell like him again, Kim wanders into the kitchen, hoping for shrimp scraps. As Chay tosses shrimp in the wok, Kim leaps up on the countertop next to the stove, but Kim misjudges. Kim's eyes widen in panic as he starts to fall, claws scrabbling at the granite countertop, before losing his battle with gravity, collapsing on the floor in a heap. Chay doubles over in laughter.
"P'Kim... You... You--" Chay giggles.
Kim shoots Chay a hostile glare and turns to groom the base of his tail aggressively, trying to appear nonchalant, making Chay laugh harder. Incensed, Kim hisses at Chay and slinks off to the bedroom, crawling under the bed to sulk. As Kim soothes his ruffled feelings, Chay calls out that dinner is ready.
"I'm so sorry, P'Kim. Are you okay?" Chay asks contritely, golden floppy ears pinned back in upset.
"I'm fine," Kim replies.
"I'm sorry, I just thought cats always land on their feet. I thought it was a law or something."
"I did land on my feet. The problem is that my ass landed right after. I didn't have time to right myself."
"Are you bruised?"
"Just my ego."
"I'm sorry, P'Kim. I know cats hate being laughed at."
"Don't do it again," Kim sulks.
"I'll try really hard."
"Thank you, baby."
Chay's golden plumy tail waves in joy, and Kim crawls out from under the bed to rub his cheeks on Chay's nose.
"Come on, P'Kim. I made extra shrimp as an apology."
Kim smiles and licks his whiskers in anticipation.
On Thursday, Kim and Chay enter the compound, Kinn's present in hand. Khun and Pol intercept them in the lobby, and Kim purrs as Khun twines around him, tickling Kim's nose with his fluffy white tail.
"Hey, Khun. Hey, Pol."
"Kimmy! ChayChay!" Khun purrs. "What did you get Kinn?"
"We made catnip paper for him to crumple into balls. What did you get him?"
"A new laser pointer."
"Does P'Kinn like laser pointers?" Chay asks.
"Laser pointers are how Kinn gets most of his cardio," Kim explains.
"This one projects little shapes! Now Kinn can chase a little star, or a spaceship!" Khun says gleefully.
"Spaceship?" Kim asks in fascination.
"Wait for your birthday, baby brother."
Just then, Kinn and Porsche walk in, and Kinn pulls Kim in his arms, cleaning Kim's ears with his rough tongue.
"Marriage suits you," Kinn says with a smile.
"Yeah?" Kim asks, beaming up at Kinn.
"You're glowing."
"I'm still tan from our honeymoon."
"No, you shine."
"Being a husband is the best thing that has ever happened to me!" Kim confesses.
"I know how you feel," Kinn agrees.
"Kinn! Kinn! Hug me!" Khun demands.
Kinn goes to hug his older brother, and Khun presses his gift into Kinn's hand.
"Open it!" Khun urges.
Kinn tears open the wrapping paper, crumples it into a ball, and bats the paper between his paws. Khun huffs in amusement, opens the box of the laser pointer, and turns it on, waving a green dot in front of Kinn. Kinn's head snaps up, and his hand lashes out, slapping at the dancing green dot.
"Oh, good! His last one burned out," Porsche says.
"This one has different lenses! Look!" Khun says, screwing a cap on the laser pointer.
The green dot is now a little green heart, and Kinn lunges forward, trying to capture the point of light. Khun hands the laser pointer to Porsche, and Porsche slips it into his pocket.
"Now ours!" Kim says, handing Kinn a medium-sized box.
Kinn tears into the wrapping paper, putting the box under his nose, taking a deep sniff.
"Catnip!" Kinn declares in satisfaction.
"I made it," Chay says.
"Made what? Oh! Is this paper made of catnip?"
"Yes! It's for you to bat around."
Kim and Khun gather around Kinn, taking in deep lungfuls of catnip. Dazed, Kim begins to purr, and Porsche hurriedly puts the paper in a drawer.
"Okay, my turn," Porsche announces. "Right this way."
Porsche leads everyone up to his and Kinn's suite, opening the door to the study.
"Really? Really? Oh my god!" Kinn gasps.
A refrigerator box sits under Kinn's window with a sign saying "Castle Theerapanyakul" hanging on the side. Kinn drops to his knees and climbs in, curling around a red silk body pillow, burrowing into red fuzzy blankets.
"Is it big enough? I thought about an industrial cooler box, but--"
"It's perfect!" Kinn crows.
"Nice box, Kinn," Kim says.
"Oh, Kinn, it's beautiful!" Khun croons.
"Porsche! Get in here!" Kinn commands.
Porsche laughs, crawls into the box, and his tail wags happily as Kinn curls around him, grooming his floppy ears.
"It's everything I ever wanted!" Kinn announces.
"Happy birthday, Kinn!" Kim says.
"Happy birthday, Kinn!" Khun cries.
"Happy birthday, P'Kinn!" Chay chirps.
Thanks, guys. Dinner?" Kinn asks.
"Oh, yes, P'Kinn! I'm starved!" Chay confesses.
Porsche shimmies out of the box, and Kinn follows, purring in delight. Kim wraps his silky black tail around Chay's waist and rubs his cheeks on Chay's nose. Chay kisses Kim sweetly, and Khun coos.
"Newlyweds! Disgusting!" Khun teases.
"Yeah, we're gross," Kim agrees, tugging Chay in close.
"Feed me!" Chay begs.
"Anything for you, my love."
Kim sniffs a kiss to Chay's cheek just as Chay's stomach lets out a furious growl. Chay lets out an embarrassed whine as his golden floppy ears pin back in shame.
"Okay. Let's feed Chay," Kinn laughs.
Kim takes Chay's hand and tugs him out of the study, Kinn, Porsche, Khun, and Pol behind him.
"What's for dinner?" Chay asks.
"Pork katsu," Porsche announces.
Chay yips happily and tugs Kim to the elevator, as Kim laughs through his purrs.