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Started: 11/14/06
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Started: 11/14/06
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Kisoni
That damned bloody feli was getting upon her last nerves. Almalphia's fur seemed to be permanently on end anymore, and slightly damp as she'd spent hour after hour, day after day cleaning and re-cleaning ever inch of their owner's house. Ever since Marebito had moved in there'd been blood EVERYWHERE. But, she'd learned some valuable lessons, such as what could be used to clean blood out of carpet and what made the stains worse.
Riddick hadn't helped by offering his own little witty sidenotes to the happenings, either. He'd been around her a lot, since her own daughter seemed to like the dead thing that had infiltrated their home, and hadn't missed a single opportunity to rub the mess in Almalphia's nose, metaphorically speaking. Still, he'd been the one to suggest that they get away from the place for a little while, and in the end had forced her out the door and on the path to the feli house. She hadn't thanked him, but it was understood. Living together had long since brought out a curious, often viotile friendship between them.
The dark feli couldn't help but laugh, however, when they reached the feli house. "Someone" had splattered blood all over the roof and down the sides of the porch. Almalphia still stood in her tracks, gaping soundlessly at the sight of the house she'd long since sworn to keep as clean as she possibly could. Shaking his head, Riddick offered her a soft chuckle, "Come on then, it isn't the end of the world. Lets see the rest of the damage." He gave her a shove from behind once more to get her walking, then guided her up the steps to the feli flap. Luckily all the blood there was dried so it got on neither of their paws.
Inside the house still seemed as clean as it normally was when Almalphia hadn't been present for a few days. That was a relief to both of them, Riddick admitted to himself. As amusing as he found Almalphia's reaction to Marebito, it had occurred to him that he wasn't acting as disgusted or bothered by the bodily fluids as he likely should have been. There were still dark things in his past that no one had been told about, and that he admitted to trying to forget as of late. No matter.
Riddick guided Almalphia further, into the kitchen, to get the poor female some hot chocolate. She was in a little bit of shock, it seemed, though she managed the jump to the table just fine. The pink and purple feli sat in the middle of it, staring at the table's top in a brooding sort of fashion. "Before long, my whole world will be red."
The announcement caused a soft laugh from her companion who was busy digging out some mugs and mix. "Well my world has long since been pink, with no little thanks to the you, your daughter, and that lovely bit of insanity that's taken up residence with us. Its about time someone returned the favor."
"We can't help our furs' colour, Riddick," Almalphia turned her baleful glare upon him. In an instant he noted how much she'd changed over the past few months. No longer was this the ever bubbly, naive little girl that had first arrived. She'd become a strong, independent woman; a mother, a part of him whispered, for surely she'd mothered many a feli without ever having actually given birth. Still, she was softer than his own little fire flower, though the two had a lot in common.
"Just as she can't help her means of death, Almy."
The water feli snorted. There wasn't an argument she could make with that, however, and so she didn't. Instead, the pink feli inspected her claws for some sign of wear or slight break. It was then that a giggle from the doorway got both their attention. Riddick winced and turned away from the sight immediatly--this was the last thing he needed; ever! ... despite the fact that it was, after a fashion, his granddaughter.
"Satan, don't snoop," Almalphia chided in that mothering tone they'd all become so used to. The offending party loped in then, her green ears waggling back and forth as if to catch some sound that didn't exist for the other two. She joined Almalphia on the table by way of a chair to bridge the distance, and lolled onto her back as soon as she could.
"I wasn't snooping!" The child replied indignantly. Her tongue stuck out a little to catch the air, one of the few pink breaks on her otherwise dark body. Her "twin," Doom wasn't about, thank goodness, otherwise Satan wouldn't be so relaxed. To have both in your presence was to know the meaning of fear in the form of over entergetic balls of fluff. "I was.... spying!"
"That's the same thing," Almalphia sighed. There really wasn't any point in arguing.
Riddick hadn't helped by offering his own little witty sidenotes to the happenings, either. He'd been around her a lot, since her own daughter seemed to like the dead thing that had infiltrated their home, and hadn't missed a single opportunity to rub the mess in Almalphia's nose, metaphorically speaking. Still, he'd been the one to suggest that they get away from the place for a little while, and in the end had forced her out the door and on the path to the feli house. She hadn't thanked him, but it was understood. Living together had long since brought out a curious, often viotile friendship between them.
The dark feli couldn't help but laugh, however, when they reached the feli house. "Someone" had splattered blood all over the roof and down the sides of the porch. Almalphia still stood in her tracks, gaping soundlessly at the sight of the house she'd long since sworn to keep as clean as she possibly could. Shaking his head, Riddick offered her a soft chuckle, "Come on then, it isn't the end of the world. Lets see the rest of the damage." He gave her a shove from behind once more to get her walking, then guided her up the steps to the feli flap. Luckily all the blood there was dried so it got on neither of their paws.
Inside the house still seemed as clean as it normally was when Almalphia hadn't been present for a few days. That was a relief to both of them, Riddick admitted to himself. As amusing as he found Almalphia's reaction to Marebito, it had occurred to him that he wasn't acting as disgusted or bothered by the bodily fluids as he likely should have been. There were still dark things in his past that no one had been told about, and that he admitted to trying to forget as of late. No matter.
Riddick guided Almalphia further, into the kitchen, to get the poor female some hot chocolate. She was in a little bit of shock, it seemed, though she managed the jump to the table just fine. The pink and purple feli sat in the middle of it, staring at the table's top in a brooding sort of fashion. "Before long, my whole world will be red."
The announcement caused a soft laugh from her companion who was busy digging out some mugs and mix. "Well my world has long since been pink, with no little thanks to the you, your daughter, and that lovely bit of insanity that's taken up residence with us. Its about time someone returned the favor."
"We can't help our furs' colour, Riddick," Almalphia turned her baleful glare upon him. In an instant he noted how much she'd changed over the past few months. No longer was this the ever bubbly, naive little girl that had first arrived. She'd become a strong, independent woman; a mother, a part of him whispered, for surely she'd mothered many a feli without ever having actually given birth. Still, she was softer than his own little fire flower, though the two had a lot in common.
"Just as she can't help her means of death, Almy."
The water feli snorted. There wasn't an argument she could make with that, however, and so she didn't. Instead, the pink feli inspected her claws for some sign of wear or slight break. It was then that a giggle from the doorway got both their attention. Riddick winced and turned away from the sight immediatly--this was the last thing he needed; ever! ... despite the fact that it was, after a fashion, his granddaughter.
"Satan, don't snoop," Almalphia chided in that mothering tone they'd all become so used to. The offending party loped in then, her green ears waggling back and forth as if to catch some sound that didn't exist for the other two. She joined Almalphia on the table by way of a chair to bridge the distance, and lolled onto her back as soon as she could.
"I wasn't snooping!" The child replied indignantly. Her tongue stuck out a little to catch the air, one of the few pink breaks on her otherwise dark body. Her "twin," Doom wasn't about, thank goodness, otherwise Satan wouldn't be so relaxed. To have both in your presence was to know the meaning of fear in the form of over entergetic balls of fluff. "I was.... spying!"
"That's the same thing," Almalphia sighed. There really wasn't any point in arguing.
Dark Fire Angel
"It iiiiiiiiiis~~"
"Nuuuuh...."
"It IS!"
"NUUUUuuUuuUuuhhhh......." The word had turned slowly into a small wail of despair as two females padded down the hall, towards the kitchen. One dark colored, flame patterns licking up her limbs and body, her brows arched in a clearly confused act, while the other female, smaller in size and much brighter in color, whined, her head drooping. The whine had inevitably been elicited from the smaller, brighter one of the two, her large wings sagging behind her, "It's not truuuuuuue!" she wailed again, large prismatic eyes trailing behind her to glance at the bigger male that padded reluctantly a few inches away.
<> Mewtwo's mental claim did nothing to reassure Kalapi's worries.
In fact, a gasp was elicited from the younger adult, her wings unfurling as she shook her head, stopping her padding, "No, no, NO, NOOOO I DON'T WANT THAT!"
"Oh for heaven's sake, Kala!!" Tomoko finally reached over, sinking her maw into the guardian's neck pelt, grooming away in hopes of calming her down, "Had I known you were going to make such a fuss over that question, I wouldn't have answered in the first place!" there was little time to act, for the guardian turned around, grabbed onto the larger fae and sobbed against her chest, a wailing 'nooooooooooo~~' mushed against the fire female's pelt. All which Tomoko could bring herself to do was roll her eyes while she patted Kalapi's back and shoulders, leering at Mewtwo, whom merely shrugged back at here languidly, the movement a fluid ripple of his body.
<>
Oh good god, Males were just so bloody useless sometimes! It was a wonder Almy could even get him to do anything other than sit and stare languidly! How the aquatic femme did it, Tomoko would never know. She rolled her eyes again, gritting her teeth as she managed to start walking, still with Kalapi clinging heavily against her, "There, there Kala, it's alright dear, you can go back to thinking what you thought before you asked me, if that makes you feel better!"
"Nuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhh~~~~"
They'd finally reached the kitchen, however, the conversation that had been taking place had no doubt been heard miles around. Not like they cared, however, Tomoko was still rather against venting private conversations for the world to know, "Come on dear, I'll get you some hot chocolate so you can calm-" her gaze raised as she entered the room, only to find it occupied by the trio within, "-you down...." her eyes landed on Satan and instantly she winced deep down; Nagumo's babies were not what she needed to calm down a ..... broken guardian, "Well, this is interesting, M2! Your lady lover's here! Your... how was it you called her? Your-" instantly a pale purple paw was pressed against Tomoko's maw as Mewtwo glared daggers at her.
<> he released his grip and hopped up to join almy, whom he leaned in to groom, needing no one to tell him how deeply frustrated she felt; she was practically radiating it... and for someone as mentally aware as him, it was almost stinging. No words followed from him, however, he sent an acknowledging glance at Riddick before continuing.
Tomoko on the other hand rolled her eyes at the male, half dragging, half prompting Kalapi into the room, "Got a lil bit more chocolate there, Riddick? I need some sugar for this one; I think she found out more than she bargained for."
"I want to DIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE~~" the wail was once more muffled by the fact the young female had her face squished against the Fae's bossom.
"Oh, Kala, you've been hanging around Oth again, haven't you, love? You gotta STOP hanging around the emo poetry prince!"
"Nuuuuh...."
"It IS!"
"NUUUUuuUuuUuuhhhh......." The word had turned slowly into a small wail of despair as two females padded down the hall, towards the kitchen. One dark colored, flame patterns licking up her limbs and body, her brows arched in a clearly confused act, while the other female, smaller in size and much brighter in color, whined, her head drooping. The whine had inevitably been elicited from the smaller, brighter one of the two, her large wings sagging behind her, "It's not truuuuuuue!" she wailed again, large prismatic eyes trailing behind her to glance at the bigger male that padded reluctantly a few inches away.
<
In fact, a gasp was elicited from the younger adult, her wings unfurling as she shook her head, stopping her padding, "No, no, NO, NOOOO I DON'T WANT THAT!"
"Oh for heaven's sake, Kala!!" Tomoko finally reached over, sinking her maw into the guardian's neck pelt, grooming away in hopes of calming her down, "Had I known you were going to make such a fuss over that question, I wouldn't have answered in the first place!" there was little time to act, for the guardian turned around, grabbed onto the larger fae and sobbed against her chest, a wailing 'nooooooooooo~~' mushed against the fire female's pelt. All which Tomoko could bring herself to do was roll her eyes while she patted Kalapi's back and shoulders, leering at Mewtwo, whom merely shrugged back at here languidly, the movement a fluid ripple of his body.
<
Oh good god, Males were just so bloody useless sometimes! It was a wonder Almy could even get him to do anything other than sit and stare languidly! How the aquatic femme did it, Tomoko would never know. She rolled her eyes again, gritting her teeth as she managed to start walking, still with Kalapi clinging heavily against her, "There, there Kala, it's alright dear, you can go back to thinking what you thought before you asked me, if that makes you feel better!"
"Nuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhh~~~~"
They'd finally reached the kitchen, however, the conversation that had been taking place had no doubt been heard miles around. Not like they cared, however, Tomoko was still rather against venting private conversations for the world to know, "Come on dear, I'll get you some hot chocolate so you can calm-" her gaze raised as she entered the room, only to find it occupied by the trio within, "-you down...." her eyes landed on Satan and instantly she winced deep down; Nagumo's babies were not what she needed to calm down a ..... broken guardian, "Well, this is interesting, M2! Your lady lover's here! Your... how was it you called her? Your-" instantly a pale purple paw was pressed against Tomoko's maw as Mewtwo glared daggers at her.
<
Tomoko on the other hand rolled her eyes at the male, half dragging, half prompting Kalapi into the room, "Got a lil bit more chocolate there, Riddick? I need some sugar for this one; I think she found out more than she bargained for."
"I want to DIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE~~" the wail was once more muffled by the fact the young female had her face squished against the Fae's bossom.
"Oh, Kala, you've been hanging around Oth again, haven't you, love? You gotta STOP hanging around the emo poetry prince!"
Kisoni
The conversation was, indeed, over heard by all present long before the trio had actually gotten into the kitchen. Satan had rolled over onto her stomach again, paws pressed against her ears at the wailing. Having been quite used to it, the two adults merely winced and listened as the voices grew nearer.
It wasn't hard to identify, even from a distance, the three involved. Kala was the easiest, for her wails and childishness were legendary, as was the amount of endearment everone in the room felt for her. Riddick, in particular, had come to look at Kala as a god-daughter of sorts. The other female was his mate, her no-nonsense tone not unlike Almalphia's own. Again Riddick noted how well the two got along--to the point of sharing one anothers habits. The third, when he spoke up, was obviously MewTwo. No one else that they knew of spoke like that, or with that peculiar authoritive tone he had. Almy would have smiled for her mates impending presence had the expression on Riddick's face not caught her attention.
That the male was concentrating on the conversation was obvious. His facial expression had a single-mindedness to it that was well known to anyone who spent a deal of time around the man. He was listening so intently, he'd stopped making the chocolate at all. A pitty they hadn't heard the actual question, or else it might have gone a lot smoother from there on in.
When Mewtwo hopped up and began to groom her, Almalphia didn't protest at all, despite the ear flick she'd given Tomoko's words. She leaned into her mate gratefully, and let his tongue sooth her for a moment, before asking rather pointedly, "What were you calling me?"
That was when all hell broke loose, and her words were half forgotten as Riddick ignored his mate's request and half jumped, half flew off the counter to where Kala was. Scooping the girl up into his arms, and off of Tomoko, he nuzzled her comfortingly before growling with all the rage of an imploding sun, "Where the hell is Nallin? What has he done to you?"
Almalphia lifted a brow, focusing her eyes on Riddick. For a moment she didn't even seem to get why he was asking, before two and two came together. A gasp rolled through her body as did a sudden strange wave of jealousy. "Kala's preganant?!"
"If she is, i'll rip that boy in two myself." Riddick growled faintly in between grooming Kala's neck. Everyone ignored Satan who had made her way over to the counter to play with the chocolate Riddick had left unattended.
It wasn't hard to identify, even from a distance, the three involved. Kala was the easiest, for her wails and childishness were legendary, as was the amount of endearment everone in the room felt for her. Riddick, in particular, had come to look at Kala as a god-daughter of sorts. The other female was his mate, her no-nonsense tone not unlike Almalphia's own. Again Riddick noted how well the two got along--to the point of sharing one anothers habits. The third, when he spoke up, was obviously MewTwo. No one else that they knew of spoke like that, or with that peculiar authoritive tone he had. Almy would have smiled for her mates impending presence had the expression on Riddick's face not caught her attention.
That the male was concentrating on the conversation was obvious. His facial expression had a single-mindedness to it that was well known to anyone who spent a deal of time around the man. He was listening so intently, he'd stopped making the chocolate at all. A pitty they hadn't heard the actual question, or else it might have gone a lot smoother from there on in.
When Mewtwo hopped up and began to groom her, Almalphia didn't protest at all, despite the ear flick she'd given Tomoko's words. She leaned into her mate gratefully, and let his tongue sooth her for a moment, before asking rather pointedly, "What were you calling me?"
That was when all hell broke loose, and her words were half forgotten as Riddick ignored his mate's request and half jumped, half flew off the counter to where Kala was. Scooping the girl up into his arms, and off of Tomoko, he nuzzled her comfortingly before growling with all the rage of an imploding sun, "Where the hell is Nallin? What has he done to you?"
Almalphia lifted a brow, focusing her eyes on Riddick. For a moment she didn't even seem to get why he was asking, before two and two came together. A gasp rolled through her body as did a sudden strange wave of jealousy. "Kala's preganant?!"
"If she is, i'll rip that boy in two myself." Riddick growled faintly in between grooming Kala's neck. Everyone ignored Satan who had made her way over to the counter to play with the chocolate Riddick had left unattended.
Dark Fire Angel
A pause came within Mewtwo's grooming, his eyes diverting away though he did not retreat his maw from her pelt, <> his voice still projected for all to hear held a hint that even if he were to whisper it to her, it'd warrant a reaction he wished no one to see. Especially not that... green kit; he lived with one of it's sisters, he knew the blood line, and not only that, but he'd come to know the reactions this particular litter had upon hearing anything out of .... the ordinary, <> he'd left it at that, shifting his weight so he could regard and watch the scene before him while still paying attention to the pink femme beside him. However, he had little time to even shift; he'd not even gotten comfortable before.... everyone decided to react. At the same god damned time.
Blinking, Tomoko could only watch as the petite guardian was quite deftly scooped out of her arms, both her brows arching as she sat down, placing the back of one paw against her side, "Yeah well, hello to you too, Riddick!" her voice was nowhere near angered however, holding hint of obvious amusement as she watched her mate, one whom scarcely found it in himself to show affection for others, practically baby-ing the young guardian, looming over her frame.
"Huh...?" Kala finally seemed to snap out of her slight shock, enough to look up at the male holding her nose, her eyes still filled with tears, making her strangely colored irises seem even further peculiar to the sight, "Nally?" a frown of deep confusion assaulted her as she placed her golden ringed paw to her maw, "I... I think he's over at his house... or maybe with Ryuki.... I don't know," another sniffle racked her body as she reached up and nuzzled her Uncle Riddick in a welcome, "Why?" the sheer innocence that radiated from the word was almost enough to make Tomoko chuckle. Almost.
"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAA WOA WAIT!" the fire female swiftly gripped hold of the Guardian and ripped her away from Riddick, taking the sleek moment to press her nose to his, "Calm down, big boy! Who ever said anything about NALLY doing anything? Or about Kala being pregnant, for that matter?" she turned to look at Almy, whose sudden gasp had caused Mewtwo to take a step back.
Pity, his step back... had caused him to fall off the stool he'd been sitting upon.
"No one's pregnant here!" again a pointed look at Riddick, her eyes demanding he calm down somewhat; even though she ignored his past, she was intelligent enough to know that fired up, Riddick could be dangerous, "And NO ONE is ripping ANYONE in two here, kay? We've got 'nough dead feli around the house as is!" she ended her small proclamation with a small bump of her nose against his, almost in hopes the contact would bring him out of the red cloud of anger he'd settled within.
Kala, having found herself ripped from another person's arms, frowned again, squirming to look sideways at the feli present in the room, "Wait... what does Nally have to do with meat coming from dead baby animals...?" a pause, followed by a gasp, and another choaking sob, "OH NO! Is Nally going to be turned to cat food like... like...." she never finished her phrase, her face once more buried against Tomoko's side as she clung to her fearfully.
"Oh, great, here we go again, Mewtwo, stop gawking, and finish that chocolate for me, please! Make yourself useful for once!" rolling her eyes, the fiery female returned to patting the guardian's shoulder, following the motion by rubbing her back, "I can assure you Nally's NOT been turned to cat food; oh god, me and my big mouth, why couldn't I have let her keep on believing meat was magically made by the meat fairy? Me and my BIG mouth, of course I should've shut up!"
finaly reacting, Mewtwo sat up on the floor, grooming his pelt back in place as he glared at the fae <> this said, he hopped on the counter and doom glared Satan, <> this said, and since he was clearly, and probably the only one that could handle such a god awefully difficult task was CHOCOLATE MAKING, he set himself to it.
The things he did for love and care.
Blinking, Tomoko could only watch as the petite guardian was quite deftly scooped out of her arms, both her brows arching as she sat down, placing the back of one paw against her side, "Yeah well, hello to you too, Riddick!" her voice was nowhere near angered however, holding hint of obvious amusement as she watched her mate, one whom scarcely found it in himself to show affection for others, practically baby-ing the young guardian, looming over her frame.
"Huh...?" Kala finally seemed to snap out of her slight shock, enough to look up at the male holding her nose, her eyes still filled with tears, making her strangely colored irises seem even further peculiar to the sight, "Nally?" a frown of deep confusion assaulted her as she placed her golden ringed paw to her maw, "I... I think he's over at his house... or maybe with Ryuki.... I don't know," another sniffle racked her body as she reached up and nuzzled her Uncle Riddick in a welcome, "Why?" the sheer innocence that radiated from the word was almost enough to make Tomoko chuckle. Almost.
"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAA WOA WAIT!" the fire female swiftly gripped hold of the Guardian and ripped her away from Riddick, taking the sleek moment to press her nose to his, "Calm down, big boy! Who ever said anything about NALLY doing anything? Or about Kala being pregnant, for that matter?" she turned to look at Almy, whose sudden gasp had caused Mewtwo to take a step back.
Pity, his step back... had caused him to fall off the stool he'd been sitting upon.
"No one's pregnant here!" again a pointed look at Riddick, her eyes demanding he calm down somewhat; even though she ignored his past, she was intelligent enough to know that fired up, Riddick could be dangerous, "And NO ONE is ripping ANYONE in two here, kay? We've got 'nough dead feli around the house as is!" she ended her small proclamation with a small bump of her nose against his, almost in hopes the contact would bring him out of the red cloud of anger he'd settled within.
Kala, having found herself ripped from another person's arms, frowned again, squirming to look sideways at the feli present in the room, "Wait... what does Nally have to do with meat coming from dead baby animals...?" a pause, followed by a gasp, and another choaking sob, "OH NO! Is Nally going to be turned to cat food like... like...." she never finished her phrase, her face once more buried against Tomoko's side as she clung to her fearfully.
"Oh, great, here we go again, Mewtwo, stop gawking, and finish that chocolate for me, please! Make yourself useful for once!" rolling her eyes, the fiery female returned to patting the guardian's shoulder, following the motion by rubbing her back, "I can assure you Nally's NOT been turned to cat food; oh god, me and my big mouth, why couldn't I have let her keep on believing meat was magically made by the meat fairy? Me and my BIG mouth, of course I should've shut up!"
finaly reacting, Mewtwo sat up on the floor, grooming his pelt back in place as he glared at the fae <
The things he did for love and care.
Kisoni
Almy, for her part, sighed in relief. She wasn't entirely certain WHERE riddick had gotten that conclusion now, though with his help she'd reached it too. Then her mate fell off the table. Almalphia was so surprised by that that she didn't react until he'd already been sent off by 'Moko to finish the chocolate. She winced a little, then called out sweetly, "Are you okay, baby?"
Riddick ignored them. He was too busy staring, flabbergasted at his mate and "daughter." (Ignoring the fact that Kala was technically someone ELSEs daughter and said person didn't like him in the least.) "You hit me." Was the first thing out of his mouth, more shocked than hurt or complantive. He paused, then, and looked to Kala. "You're not pregnant?" The relief in his voice was evident.
He grinned a little, coming down from his planet of rage, and seemed to melt just a little. Then he picked up on the real problem and likely would have hit the floor had he not been to tired now to deal with true shock. "... the.. meat fairy?" His paw came up to cover his eyes. This was too rich on some parts, and just too silly on others. The MEAT FAIRY? "Kala... I assure you that Tomoko was simply misinformed, dear. The meat fairly does exist, I've seen him myself." He tried to sound reassuring in that, if only because it would cause the girl to stop shaking. The things he would do to keep her happy.
Then a splotch of chocolate hit the side of his face. Almy noticed this two, and both their eyes went simultaneously to the kit they'd forgotten about. Mewtwo was too late when he'd gotten over there, and satan had somehow managed to wisk the bottle of chocolate syrup all the way up to the top of the refrigerator. No one really questioned that detail, having known her mother quite well, and it was in no way worse than what she was doing now. "Its Raining its pouuring the OLD MAN IS SNORING!" Satan 'sang', in a manner of speaking. Really, it was more like a dragging sort of shout or yell, accompanied by shots of chocolate flying across the room while she jumped up and down on the bottle.
Almy went pale somehow, her sense of "messy" quite overloaded for the day. Rather than apprehending the culprit, or trying to clean up the mess, she simply closed her eyes and twitched.
Riddick ignored them. He was too busy staring, flabbergasted at his mate and "daughter." (Ignoring the fact that Kala was technically someone ELSEs daughter and said person didn't like him in the least.) "You hit me." Was the first thing out of his mouth, more shocked than hurt or complantive. He paused, then, and looked to Kala. "You're not pregnant?" The relief in his voice was evident.
He grinned a little, coming down from his planet of rage, and seemed to melt just a little. Then he picked up on the real problem and likely would have hit the floor had he not been to tired now to deal with true shock. "... the.. meat fairy?" His paw came up to cover his eyes. This was too rich on some parts, and just too silly on others. The MEAT FAIRY? "Kala... I assure you that Tomoko was simply misinformed, dear. The meat fairly does exist, I've seen him myself." He tried to sound reassuring in that, if only because it would cause the girl to stop shaking. The things he would do to keep her happy.
Then a splotch of chocolate hit the side of his face. Almy noticed this two, and both their eyes went simultaneously to the kit they'd forgotten about. Mewtwo was too late when he'd gotten over there, and satan had somehow managed to wisk the bottle of chocolate syrup all the way up to the top of the refrigerator. No one really questioned that detail, having known her mother quite well, and it was in no way worse than what she was doing now. "Its Raining its pouuring the OLD MAN IS SNORING!" Satan 'sang', in a manner of speaking. Really, it was more like a dragging sort of shout or yell, accompanied by shots of chocolate flying across the room while she jumped up and down on the bottle.
Almy went pale somehow, her sense of "messy" quite overloaded for the day. Rather than apprehending the culprit, or trying to clean up the mess, she simply closed her eyes and twitched.
