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badfic_manor2011-02-21 07:37 pm
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Match 2 // Romping Around the Kitchen [In Person]
[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.]
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.]
oh god his poor mother. headcanon or not, I pity her D:
[She pauses, then grins mischievously.]
A blanket, bungee cords, a backpack and rope? You think we could find those around here?
He's the youngest of 7 kids. Imagine the disaster. XD
[He sits up and calms his giggles.]
I used to have neighbors with a ton of kids. They have 11 and they're still going strong. o.o
[She pushes herself to her feet and cracks her back, then holds out a hand for Sheldon to anchor onto.]
11!! Yikes!! That's one busy family!
Let's go!!
mhm.
no subject
[He trots off to find his designated items. All he needed was enough for two people.]
We'll meet up at the attic!
cut! :D