A sweeping breeze tore at the skirt of Kuro's dress - of course she wore a petticoat underneath; no proper lady would go without one - as she walked to the cafe this pleasant autumn day. Kuro paused to smooth out the dress, it was a short sleeved brown gingham dress with sunflowers circling around the waist and bottom. She smiled as she skipped up to her best friend's apartment complex.
"Привет ,Shiro! How are your things, това́рищ? I hope you remembered we are to be having tea and cakes at the cafe today." Kuro asked through the apartment lobby's phone. Her, mimicked, Russian accent rolled 'naturally' off her tongue.
"What time is it? Can I have a few more minutes of sleep?" Shiro yawned, as she rested her head on her satin, wine colored pillow.
"Нет, you must come now! If not I will trade all your clothes for pink cutesy dresses! And, I will not allow you to wear anything else for a year!" Kuro threatened, a sickening smile gracing her lips.
"Okay okay I'm up... Spare me, I hate PINK!" Shiro growled. Kuro giggled a 'be there in a minute' before hanging up. Kuro hummed Camp Town Lady as she climbed the stairs with a spring in her step. Her pale beige braid, held by a cream ribbon, swayed as she walked down to room 358 with her cream parasol in hand. She wore brown suede gloves to protect her silky soft hands from damage.
"Knock, knock!" Kuro called as she opened the door, "You are being the ready, да? Tea and cakes are awaiting us, това́рищ."
"Really I haven't even brushed my teeth yet, let me get ready," Shiro yawned as she strutted into the bathroom of the pigsty she referred to as a house. Kuro pouted and stomped a bit in frustration.
"I'm going to dye her clothes blush." Kuro muttered as she stood in the doorway refusing to step a foot inside for fear her Mary Janes would be ruined.
Fushia eyes locked as she glanced into the mirrored wall that served to separate the bedroom and bathroom. With her round face, pale skin, rosy cheeks, and pale pink lips, she resembled a porcelain doll. Oh, how she wished she looked more mature, or at least taller. Everyone was taller than her, she was just five-two. Even Shiro towered over her by six inches.
"Okay now... Where is the tea party going to be again? Don't remember," Shiro asked. She rubbed at the back of her neck as her crimson eyes gazed boredly at Kuro's attire.
"Кафе мушка, but of course! Това́рищ, you should be remembering these things." Kuro pouted at her taller friend, but soon grinned as they descended the stairwell. The elevator was broken, and for that Kuro was thankful.
"I hate the stairs, so annoying, I wanna go back to sleep!" Shiro whined. Kuro giggled at her friend's disdain. She was always so expressive, Kuro loved it, especially when she was in distresserd. It was hard to keep from being the cause of said distress, and Kuro really did love how entertaining Shiro could be.
"I don't know, I don't mind the stairs! And, if you didn't always get into drunken brawls maybe you'd sleep a night's worth." Kuro chuckled as she looked over at her friend's appearance.
Shiro had her hands shoved into the pockets of the sporty jacket she wore over a shirt – was constricting her more than ample chest – with some metal band logo and dark skinny jeans that tucked into worn out, black combat boots. She had a slender frame, but walked like a man with a tough guy attitude. She even had short, black hair with – what she dubs – 'kinky' pink tips.
"I don't get into those drinking brawls... They know I love drinking the hard stuff how I got the nickname." Shiro defended. Kuro smiled gleefully at the prospect of a promising argument, and she didn't bother waiting to dish out politely disguised insults and jabs with a voice sweeter than cotton candy, a cheery attitude, and an innocent smile.
TBC~
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(Kuro had picked Shiro up from a bar and where now walking home with the drunken woman. She wore her cupcake wonderland dress which incorporated a lot of pastel pink, cream, and pastel blue. Her hair was pulled up in pigtails and held in place by cream ribbon bows. All Shiro has done so far is stare at Kuro ever since they started walking.)
Kuro: Това́рищ, something is being on your mind, да?
Shiro: What the fuck are you wearing?
***censored due to violent content*** (Kuro opened a can over whoop ass all over Shiro)
Kuro: *laughs giddily at Shiro laid on the ground* Това́рищ, you know better than to insult a lady's clothes.
Shiro: Ah, I see very sorry to offended you. I'm just drunk as fuck right now.
Kuro: *scrunched her face* Why must you have such a potty mouth? I suppose I should come to expect this of you though.
Shiro: You damn skippy.
Kuro: *pouted* Am not! *smiles as she trips Shiro* Oh my, I thought you had better balance than that, това́рищ. There's your apartment building good!
Shiro: Yay... I got work tomorrow so I'll see you at five. *waved from the lobby door*
Kuro: Да, I be here at five!
(Shiro fell into bed and started to snore)
Ten Minutes Later
Kuro: *pours icy water onto Shiro's sleeping form* Това́рищ, it is being five! Time to get up!
Shiro: What the hell man I just got home from work I'm tired, and you just wet my favorite stuff.
Kuro: You told me to be here at five, да? So, get up! It's not like you can go back to sleep. *giggling gleefully* For your bed is soaked! And, I put all you extra pillows and sheets in the tub to soak up leftover ice and water! Това́рищ, I'm a good friend, да?
Shiro: Man that's a mean thing to do I loved these sheets and pillows, I'm up now... Geez!
Kuro: *smiled brightly* Good! Поке, това́рищ! *skips merrily out the door, and out the building, heading home*