Another Boring Day
Immy lay underneath the bed, scratching at the bottom with her shiny, thick fingernails. "Bored, bored, bored, " she was mumbling. She was supposed to be quiet, because Theif was waiting for the Right Moment to introduce her to her new sister. She didn't like it very much.
"Namid!" she mewled.
He leaned down from atop the bed and poked his head underneath. "Yes, pretty little?"
"Poke!" she giggled, sticking her finger in one of his lightly furred ears. He twitched it, then grinned and disappeared back above the bed. After a few minutes, he set his book aside and began mumbling to himself about Theif and his weird hangups.
Namid rose from the bed and yawned. He swung his tail just out of Immy's reach, for she'd turned onto her belly, and was trying to grab it from underneath the bed. He chuckled and walked to the bedroom door.
He said quietly, "I'll be in the restroom if you--" but never finished, because as he began to turn the door knob, it was twisted violently from the other side, and pushed open with such force that he overbalanced and landed on the floor.
Kilayla stood in the door, with fire in her eyes. Those large, curious emerald green eyes swept the room voraciously, as if consuming it, and shortly landed on the pair of softer, sea green eyes that could be seen from where she was standing.
"I knew it!" Kilayla cried, narrowing her heavily kholed eyes.
Immy shrank back further under the bed, and her own eyes grew wide with surprise.
Kilayla ran off, her boots thumping the floor loudly. Namid cursed, and picked himself up off the floor. "Kiki!" he called, but it was unnecessary, because she was returning, with a baseball bat in hand.
Immy began to yowl from what was now her hiding place, and this alarmed Kilayla even further. "What the hell is it?!" she yelled, and charged at the bed. Immy yowled louder. Namid grabbed Kilayla by the scruff of her neck, stopping her so abruptly that her feet left the floor for a moment, and she made a gagging noise.
"Calm down, girlface," he said sternly. Kilayla looked for a second like she might swing the bat on him. He glared at her.
"Papa!" Immy cried, in distress. She bolted out from under the bed, and around Kilayla to throw herself into Theif's arms. He was standing silently in the hall, his keys still clutched in his gloved hand from when he'd entered the house.
"Papa?" Kilayla asked, a look of disgust and anger on her face.
"Yeah..." Theif replied. "Why do you have a bat?"
Namid released Kilayla. She glanced at the weapon she was holding. "For protection," she said.
"From your little sister?" he cajoled.
Kilayla's lip curled in a sneer. "Little sister? That thing is not my little sister," she said. She shook her head and stormed into her room.
Namid sighed, and shook his head.
