it'll be alright ❄ open, abandoned kit

WHAT A PRIVILEGE IT IS TO LOVE —Jacob pressed against the child and licked the top of his head, pulling him close to help him get a bit warmer. He smiled down at the tiny child before speaking, "So no name, huh? Well, we oughta' give ya' one. What do ya' think ah' Harrison? Harrison Wickliff Corleone," he suggested. He knew the kitten wouldn't be able to say much but he supposed it was nice to just say it. His Pa had been a good man, but he'd had plenty of problems and Jacob just hoped those wouldn't carry to his namesake. Keep all the good, the love, the loyalty, the warmth, but forget the old things that plagued them. He briefly wondered if his Babbo would be upset he didn't name it after him but he didn't think he'd be too upset. Naming him directly after Vito wouldn't be a good idea anyway. It'd attract too much attention. Jacob got enough grief about his last names as it was. "Don' worry, I'm gonna' take care ah' ya'. You're gonna stay with me," he tried to speak in a soothing voice as he rubbed the kitten, trying to be sure it was warm after being out in the cold for so long. —A GREAT HONOR TO HOLD YOU UP

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