"So who's birthday was it again?" Rustling came through the open door. Tommy growled, tail flicking as he tried to ignore the two making a huge racket without a thought about anyone else who might be trying to sleep in the other room. Just chatting and laughing and crinkling paper.

"Uncle Robert. Dad's brother." Maybe if he buried his head under the pillows in the couch he could drown them out. "And since my brothers have their violin lessons today we get to wrap all of the presents." A chuckle came out of the room, then a loud rip followed by a swear.

"I take it this happens often." They just wouldn't shut up. Why wouldn't they shut up? It was three in the afternoon. Nap time. Growling, he stood up and trotted to the other room.

"Only every year." A quick peak into the room revealed the two love birds sitting in the middle of a pile of wrapping paper, ribbons, and tape. Four large presents were sitting in the middle of the table, nicely wrapped. "Because no one else can be bothered to. Oh, hi Tommy. Did we wake you up?"

The hell do you think? Slinking into the room, he leapt onto the table. And Altman had the gall to smile at him. Really? He was the loud one. "Sorry Tommy. You want us to be quieter so you can sleep some?" He rolled his eyes as he walked over, taking extra special care to step on each and every scrap of wrapping paper in his path, emphasizing the noise it made.

"So you don't want to sleep anymore?" An ear flicked. Of course he wanted to sleep, but until these two left he wasn't going to be able to. A piece of ribbon waved in front of his face.

"Maybe he just needs to wear himself out." Teddy waved the ribbon again. "Come on, I know you want to play with the string Tommy. Don't fight it, embrace it." He twitched. "Go on, get the stringy thingy." Fine, he can get the damn stringy thingy. With a growl he leapt, claws sinking into Altman's hand as he pulled the ribbon from his grasp. Yeah, who has the ribbon now, huh? And don't yell. The claws don't hurt that much and you sound like a girl you whimp.

"Tommy." He turned, ripping the ribbon at Billy's warning tone. "There's no need for that. Apologize." He just pounced on the wrapping paper instead, rolling underneath to look out cutely. "That's not going to work." Pfft, cute eyes always work. Billy didn't know what he was talking about.

"It's already healed, B." And he had been asking for it. "And he might as well help us clean up while he's here." Something rustled behind him. He twisted, wrapping paper flying across the table as he pounced on the offender. Honestly, when would his tail learn to not do things like that.

"Wha-No! Tommy, get off the table before you make a huge mess." Billy reached for him, but, as usual, he was too slow. Kicking up the wrapping paper he shot across the table, dodging presents and landing in a chair. "Tommy. Get back here and help clean up your mess." His mess? As if. This was totally their mess.

Teddy stood, making his way down the table. He leapt back onto the table, running and sliding into the paper. He buried himself under it, waiting for his next victim. Someone, if he had to venture a guess he'd say Billy, tried to catch him, but only caught his teeth in their hand. More paper ripped as the toy, er, hand was taken away. "Tommy," Billy all but growled as another hand tried to move some of the paper away. Didn't they know kitten math?

Moving + noise = fair game.

He pounced again, missing the hand but catching more paper. His tail flicked behind him, scattering the remnants everywhere. "Tommy, no. You're making a huge mess. Please stop." Whine all you want Billy, nothing was going to change. You should have thought about that before you made the racket. A finger teased right in front of the opening on the table. A paw shot out, claws smacking the wood. Another finger scratched a bit further away. The paw moved. "Stop encouraging him, Teddy."

"Fine, fine." He pulled his paws back under the paper, waiting for his next chance to strike. Seriously, this was a great hiding place. It makes noise, makes a mess, pisses off the lovebirds who woke him up, and has the possibility for so many fun new games like "bite whatever just touched me" and "claw the thing that's moving over there." Not to mention that he was the most adorable fucking kitten in the history of kittens while he did this.

A loud bang sounded behind him, and without a second thought he took off like a shot. The fuck was that? He used the presents as a springboard to launch himself out of the room, hitting the rug and zooming down the hall. His tail fluffed up without his consent as he slid to a stop under his bed. "Maybe you'll think twice about making a mess next time, huh?" Billy called out after him. "Come on, T. Let's get this cleaned up before mom and dad get home." He huffed, hissing at the door as he curled up and the two started to make their racket again.

"I'm surprised he cleared that chair. I thought for sure he was going to miss and knock it over." He crawled out from under the bed, bushy tail sweeping in annoyance as he nosed the door shut. With any luck he could get to sleep soon, no thanks to the two fuckers outside. And he might as well mess up the room while they were gone. Nothing like a little payback for waking him up and trying to scare him half to death without provocation. He had been playing, and Billy had tried to give him a heart attack. How rude.