Fuck, bro, Casey doesn't even know what Casey's deal is.

He grins proudly and holds his arms out a little farther, brandishing the twenty-plus pounds of cat. "He fuckin' loves that." He pauses and furrows his brows, looking down at Hugo. "He's a 'him,' like... with his parts 'n whatever, so I call 'im a 'him,' but like..." Despite the loud protests of said cat, he reaches out to hold Hugo around his chest, face-to-face with Casey. He's never thought about Hugo's preferred pronouns before. What if he's been doing it wrong all this time. "What d'you think, fuzzy bro?"

The 'fuzzy bro' just stares back, tail swishing.