HAT: Though Skimbleshanks is the fun uncle... let's just say he goes "daddy mode" sometimes and that's painful for his adoptive kits.
"Think da's still asleep?" a young calico female asks, a bag full of stolen goods.
Her twin shakes his head. "He should be. He doesn't have to work tonight."
The two slip into their room through the window and as soon as the young tom sets his sister down the light's flipped on. Dark brown eyes flash with green as they turn and look at the cat they really didn't want to be awake. He's tall, broad shouldered, with a tired, angered expression on his face. His pelt is orange with brown stripes, tail is long and brown, and eyes are narrowed and glass-green. His arms are crossed as he leaned against the doorway and looks at the two guilty young cats.
"Mungojerrie and Rumpelteazer, you're a Notorious Couple of Cats," he taunts as he shifts his weight and walks forward with his paws going behind his back. "Care to explain where you were all night long?"
The male calico smiles nervously. "W-well, we were gathering... novelty items," he says.
"Mhm... Teazer?"
"What he said," she agrees with a nod.
He sighs and shakes his head. "When're you going to learn that you can't just leave any time you want?" he asks. "You're not adults and you can't handle yourselves quite yet! You haven't learned everything you need to and yet you want to go around acting like you're grown!"
The two back away slightly as his Scottish accents starts to thicken at the sound of metal hitting metal behind his back. "D-da, we'll-"
"You told me that last time... now, I suppose, I have to so something I was hoping that we wouldn't have to resort to," he sighs, taking a belt from behind his back, causing the two to pale. "Now, who goes first?"
The both of them back away and he taps his hind paw in impatience. When neither steps forward he moves forward and grabs the closest one to him, which only seems to be reasonable, and the one he does grab happens to be the young tom. Mungojerrie tries fruitlessly to escape the iron grip and lets out a cry of pain when the belt hits his tail. Rumpelteazer had the brilliant idea to run to their room and into the closet to hide from their father.
If I weren't getting my arse beat, I'd yell at her for her stupidity, Mungojerrie thinks, howling in pain at a particularly harsh and loud hit with the belt.
Why do all the kits think running to their room helps when their mind's panicked? Skimbeshanks thinks briefly before he stops and allows his son to whimper o the couch. He doesn't like hurting his kits, but they have to learn and apparently using just words doesn't work anymore so he has to resort to using the belt. He walks to their room and goes straight to the closet, rather not liking the idea of wasting his time and when he opens the door she's already crying.
He almost wants to go over and comfort her... almost. He grabs her arm and unfortunately has to yank her due to her resistance and uses his belt on her just as hard as her brother. When he finishes he goes into the kitchen, makes a glass of Scotch, and sends the both of them to bed, confiscating the goods they've stolen before going to bed. It's been a long night for all of them. In the twins' room the two sniffle and decide to go thieving when he's on the train. It turns out better that way.
HAT: Well... that happened...
Rumpus: Of course you'd just end it like that... so short.
HAT: Mhm. What've you been up to?
Rumpus: *shrugs* Being awesome, I suppose.
HAT: Will you please say it "great" Rumpus?
Rumpus: *huffs* Review.
HAT: Even though he's a wuss.
Rumpus: *shoves HAT into a black hole and walks away*