Kitra blinked, rubbing her nose, which was scrunched, trying not to be offended. "Just the nude parts...", she said, again, trying not to sound bitter. "I know I said I would stay, but then I decided I wanted to try on my other shoes that are here."
She frowned a little, seeing he still only had pants on. Walking past him into the room she flopped down on his bed. It was considerably larger and more plush than hers and she loved that. She'd slept beautifully the other night. It didn't occur to her that in this action she completely skipped over trying on the other shoes, as she'd said she'd needed to. "I am dying of hunger, Namikaze. Hurry or I will kill and eat you...I might even skip the killing part."
Kitra, despite her sister's protests, was not a woman who was afraid to eat. When she was younger she'd wanted to be a chef, because she loved food. It eventually turned out though that while she loved to eat it, she was terrible at cooking it. She settled, instead, for being a professional appreciator. "Dyyyyiiiinnnggg....ddyyyyiiinngggg...", she whined in a very dramatic voice from the bed.
(( Night kids!!))