Match 2 // Romping Around the Kitchen [In Person]

[catgirlsadist.livejournal.com]

[You really can't not recognize Koto - what with the whole ears and tail thing going on. At this point her fluffy beige tail sticks out of cute pink denim shorts, almost as big as she is in its static, and her ears are also disproportionate. It seems that despite wandering around as a vertically challenged, round little child, her feline appendages have stayed the same size. As a result, someone is looking ridiculously cute. It would be definitely hard to take this thing seriously.

As such, she doesn't seem too fretful about being a child. She tends to take things in stride, and well, she has to, judging from the things she's seen. In fact, she's darting under tables and squeezing through tight spaces with a look of something similar to delight.

Despite being alone, she murmurs to herself.]

...oh, she just makes it around the corner of the island, that was a close one, could've been down for the count with a hip bruise... down, weaving through the chairs, oh - her shirt got snagged on the seat... is she? Will she? Oh - up onto the counter with a tremendous leap-

[She jumps around the kitchen carelessly, narrating every movement. She clings to a cabinet dearly for a moment, then sighs, rolls her shoulders, and lands lightly on her feet on the ground. When she speaks to herself again, quietly instead of projecting, it's no narration.]

I was angry at first. I didn't want to be a kid, I mean, there are disadvantages, of course, but... how many times have I missed being a little kitten?

[With a contented sigh, she tiptoes (just for the fun of it) over to the fridge to see what's in. Romping around the kitchen makes a kittengirl hungry.]

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[In Person]

[sands-in-mexico.livejournal.com]

[Those ears and that tail got the little scout to hunker down like he's on the prowl for hunting big game. Now that he's smaller, he can crouch down and spring quicker than he could before.

He keeps to the sides and close to the island and the little Cherokee scout is definitely up to having some fun.]

[catgirlsadist.livejournal.com]

[Koto's tail twitches back and forth, flicking slowly as she peruses the fridge. Pickles, leftover mashed potatoes, yogurt, and - upon investigation of the freezer - bread and peppermint ice cream. Jeez, the Author had weird cravings.

With such big ears, one would think that kitten Koto would be able to hear the little boy by the counter. Unfortunately, while they were fully functional, she often forgot to use them. What good is elevated audio if you don't pay attention to it?]

[sands-in-mexico.livejournal.com]

[Sneaking up closer to round the corner, the little Cherokee Scout watches carefully before he made his pounce with a yell.]

KITTIE!!!

[A flurry of red skin, tanned hides and a long black braid was seen before the face could be recognized.]

d'awwww~

[catgirlsadist.livejournal.com]

[OH GOD WHAT IS THIS I DON'T EVEN-]

MEAUGH!

[She has an odd scream - somewhere between a shrill meow and a surprised yell. Ambushed by the little Cherokee, she flails and falls face-first into the fridge, and, subsequently, into the large container of mash potatoes she just opened.

Koto immediately lights up a colorful stream of kiddie curses as she pulls her face from the lumpy potato mess, flushed with anger. She drags her pale hands across her face and splatters the mashed potato across the tiled floor, whirling on the little boy.]

What was that for you- you- you-

[Her adult mind is failing her right now, so she spits out the first name that comes to mind.]

-you poopyhead.

LOL Poopyhead!! That's so funny!

[sands-in-mexico.livejournal.com]

[Sheldon's normal snark gave way to little childish things but he was laughing so hard that he couldn't think of a retort and fell on his back during his fit of laughter, slapping the tile.

His sides began to hurt from laughing so hard that he let in a deep audible inhale before laughing again.]

Mushy face!

[The giggles wouldn't stop.]

thank you~ this whole situation is funny.

[catgirlsadist.livejournal.com]

[For a moment she gawped, almost as if she were surprised that this puny human boy didn't start bawling towards her insult - only to realize how pathetic said insult had really been. Her face was still flushed but she huffed.]

You're the one who put the mush on my face, stupid!

ROFLMAO!! Two kids now fighting over "masked" potatoes. XD

[sands-in-mexico.livejournal.com]

[Sheldon grabs a fistful of the potatoes that she gracelessly glopped on the floor and slapped it on his face.]

Now we're even, Sugarbutt.

[He continues to giggle as he sat up to catch his breath from the laughter. Red skin and white potatoes, Sheldon can come up with a good joke for this.]

bwahaha <3 I think we both knew things were going to be hilarious~

[catgirlsadist.livejournal.com]

[She blinks, not expecting this. Then, in an exclusively little-kid way, she reconsiders his intentions. But just to make sure she can get the last laugh, she scoops potatoes out of the container and smears it on the cheek he missed.]

Now we're even... [Struggling to think of an equivalent of "sugarbutt" here.] ...I can't think of anything to match "Sugarbutt."

Of course!! Sheldon loves stalking the kitty. XD

[sands-in-mexico.livejournal.com]

Hey!

[His eyes are watching her hands with the menacing glint to her eyes as she approaches him with the handful of potatoes. Thinking, Sheldon wrinkles his nose as he thinks of some and snickers.]

Candyass is already taken.

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[catgirlsadist.livejournal.com]

Who's Candyass?

LOL Oh man the derptastic that happens here. XD

[sands-in-mexico.livejournal.com]

Not someone you'll meet, hopefully. Hadn't seen him around and he's a jackass to everyone.

[Needless to say, yes, Sheldon has a list of people on his hate list about a mile long.]

[agentmisora.livejournal.com]

[Well she seems to be settling in better than most. Naomi can't help but smile a bit. After all, this kid made a rather cute um, kitten ... girl? Bah, so ridiculous. Naomi didn't want to interrupt, but just standing around watching made her feel like a creeper.]

A wrestling or boxing fan, I see?

[catgirlsadist.livejournal.com]

[Koto looks up in surprise, having thought she would be alone. After recognizing Naomi as someone who'd greeted her when she first arrived, she smiles and shrugs.]

You could say that. [Not evasive at all. She steps aside and motions to the contents of the fridge.] Are you hungry, too?

[agentmisora.livejournal.com]

Oh, just a bit, but I didn't mean to push you away. You were here first after all. I'll take my turn when you're done.

Ah, that's right, I don't believe we've ever introduced ourselves. My name is Naomi. [She gives a smile.] It looks like you're settling in better than most newcomers.

[catgirlsadist.livejournal.com]

I'm Koto. [She momentarily turns away from Naomi to extract a yogurt cup (with oreo crumbles!) from the fridge. She rummages in the drawers until she can find a spoon and sits down at the island, talking.]

Well, there's no use pouting, right? Won't change anything. If that could get the Author to send you home, no one would be here because everyone would just sulk till they got sent home. [She grins and sticks the spoonful of yogurt in her mouth, tail flicking in yummy delight.] I only pout when there's something to gain.

making me hungry xD

[agentmisora.livejournal.com]

Oh really? [Naomi heads for the fridge now.] An example?

[catgirlsadist.livejournal.com]

Erm... [Well there are examples, obviously, but now that she's on the spot, forget it.]

Well, for example, if someone is doing something I don't want them to do, I could pout to try and make them change their minds. Or something. It helps you get what you want, a lot.

...and sometimes it doesn't, I guess. [She frowns in remembrance of a couple of ventures gone bad, shoveling more yogurt.] It just depends on the person and the situation, I guess.

[agentmisora.livejournal.com]

Oh I see. [Naomi speaks when her back still turned, head buried in the fridge. Between words, you can hear the clattering sounds of food and containers being shoved around.] Facial guilt-tripping. Not very many of us are able to pull it off.

But you sound like you've had experience in that area.

[catgirlsadist.livejournal.com]

[She shrugs, dismissing it easily.] Competitive world - any edge is valuable, right?

[agentmisora.livejournal.com]

[Misora pops out of the fridge with a juice box.] That's one way to look at it. Is it very competitive where you're from?

[catgirlsadist.livejournal.com]

[She thinks for a moment, hooking another stool with her leg and pulling it out for Naomi.]

In some parts. They're sort of worlds within a world... the part where I come from is very competitive, though.

[always1truth.livejournal.com]

[This is one of the residents used to being stuck in a kid's body-however no one is supposed to know that... so here's a kid that looks like a real kid.]

It looks like everyone's a kid this week!

[catgirlsadist.livejournal.com]

[Koto looks up and tries to recognize the boy. After failing to do so, she shrugs and shuts the fridge, shivering in her shorts and tee at the presence of the cold air.]

I guess so. I saw some videos and stuff on the network earlier too. Who are you?

[always1truth.livejournal.com]

Yeah me too.. [he smiles boyishly]

I'm Edogawa Conan, detective!

[catgirlsadist.livejournal.com]

I'm Koto, announcer slash referee of only the most prestigious bloodbath tournaments in Demon World. [She chuckles, only half-serious with the listed vocation. Even though it's true. Because Conan probably wouldn't have heard of her, anyway, being that he's from a different world and all.]

You don't seem so angry about being a kid like the others.