The alley cats hadn't been too thankful that Burt brought them only a few scraps from the previous night's supper, though he still garnered their attention enough to give them a good petting. He had ventured to them whilst waiting for Ray to return home and valued their company almost as much as he did a fair few of his brothers. Still, they couldn't replace Ray's fiery spirit, nor Rod's nuisance of a brain or Clay's adventurous spirit. Cole, on the other hand, may have been the odd one out, for Burt only turned to him to vent and confide in. The cats provided him a similar outlet, despite their lack of verbal participation.

After the last scrap had been thrown, Burt picked himself up and made his way back to the flat. Just as he had reached the door, he saw a sweaty Ray approaching and gave him a welcoming nod. "Hey Mr. Fists, how'd ya' make out?" Burt asked as he continued his pace into the building. No sooner had the words left his mouth did his nose pick up an awful stench, reminiscent of rotting cabbage and aged meat. "Oh Merlin, what in the hell is that?" The wizard exclaimed with a pinched nose. He turned to find Ray standing just before him, along with a more intense odor. "Seriously?" Burt knew Ray wasn't always the cleanliest of individuals given his profession, but this was just ridiculous.

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