[ This is what he got for going straight home to start up something for dinner, wasn't it? Had he simply gone to retrieve his alien partner and made sure that he came right back to their new apartment instead of wandering the streets and finding things that he shouldn't.

But he had really been craving something home cooked instead of dealing with New York City "Mexican" food that wasn't quite what he'd grown up with, and wasn't quite as authentic as he wanted it to be. Clearly, when all food options for lazy ass young men had been worn out, it was time to not be a lazy bastard and cook on his own. Julio looks up from his pepper chopping and nearly cuts his finger on the next cut, looking at the cat Star has oh so humbly brought in to their home. ]

.... What the hell is that? We can't keep that! Star - you really shouldn't pick up cats like that and bring them here. He might have fleas!