The Mighty Kuroneko-sama
Close Encounters of the Kitty Kind
"I never knew eggs could get so.slimy."
Suddenly everyone at the long wooden table became silent. The blonde- haired girl watching a piece of scrambled eggs loll off her fork looked up, a wide grin consuming her face. A sweat drop consumes her head respectively.
"Yummy." she remarked, stuffing the egg into her mouth, quickly picking up her orange juice with the other hand to be there right away with something that would get rid of the.slime. Yes, this had been one of the many comments she had voiced openly during her holiday vacation at her aunt's house. It was Christmas, so what was with all the bad food? Break out the donuts already.
"Are you just going to sit there playing with that egg, Emiri?" the girl's mother asked, face drawn up as if she had just eaten a load of the eggs herself. Yes, they sat there on the table, all slimy in their glory. Emiri had been stupid, and had taken the bate. In fact, she was the only one who had tasted the scrambled eggs. Of course, her cousin was attempting to make her four-year-old eat them, but the kid even had the sense to stay away from what was probably a science experiment gone wrong. She gave her mother a hurt look.
"Fine Mom.I'll eat them." A little voice in her head shouted, maybe when they dry out a little! The girl snorted with laughter, but quickly recovered herself by stuffing more of the eggs into her mouth. The grandfather clock in the other room sent out three long rings, and Emiri's aunt took a deep breath.
"Help me with these dishes." She spat out at Emiri's younger cousin. Of course, Emiri was much younger than they were. All of them. She gave a side-glance to her old great aunt drooling in a chair at the table. Her eyebrow twitched for a second.
"Only but a blossoming girl of fifteen!" she exclaims under her breath, batting her eyes at no one in particular. Her uncle starts choking for a couple seconds. She looked over everyone sitting at the table. Let's see, there was her older cousin and her four-year-old daughter. Emiri hated little children. There was her younger cousin, a very unique individual. Emiri watched as this cousin washed dishes with an annoyed look on her face. There was her mother.her aunt.her uncle.her great aunt. Emily scratched her head and looked at the clock. It was almost time to pass out the presents. Maybe this would clear her of her dismal day.
And soon enough, just as the last dish had been put away, everyone crowded into the living room, positioning themselves around a tree splayed with luxurious looking presents with bows and wrapping paper, and.other things. Emiri sat down next to the tree, and let out a great sigh. What would it be this year? More Tupperware containers? A candy cane or two? Or maybe.She snickers. Maybe some donuts, all wrapped up in a little holiday tin.
She almost missed her aunt giving the cue to pass out the gifts.
Close Encounters of the Kitty Kind
"I never knew eggs could get so.slimy."
Suddenly everyone at the long wooden table became silent. The blonde- haired girl watching a piece of scrambled eggs loll off her fork looked up, a wide grin consuming her face. A sweat drop consumes her head respectively.
"Yummy." she remarked, stuffing the egg into her mouth, quickly picking up her orange juice with the other hand to be there right away with something that would get rid of the.slime. Yes, this had been one of the many comments she had voiced openly during her holiday vacation at her aunt's house. It was Christmas, so what was with all the bad food? Break out the donuts already.
"Are you just going to sit there playing with that egg, Emiri?" the girl's mother asked, face drawn up as if she had just eaten a load of the eggs herself. Yes, they sat there on the table, all slimy in their glory. Emiri had been stupid, and had taken the bate. In fact, she was the only one who had tasted the scrambled eggs. Of course, her cousin was attempting to make her four-year-old eat them, but the kid even had the sense to stay away from what was probably a science experiment gone wrong. She gave her mother a hurt look.
"Fine Mom.I'll eat them." A little voice in her head shouted, maybe when they dry out a little! The girl snorted with laughter, but quickly recovered herself by stuffing more of the eggs into her mouth. The grandfather clock in the other room sent out three long rings, and Emiri's aunt took a deep breath.
"Help me with these dishes." She spat out at Emiri's younger cousin. Of course, Emiri was much younger than they were. All of them. She gave a side-glance to her old great aunt drooling in a chair at the table. Her eyebrow twitched for a second.
"Only but a blossoming girl of fifteen!" she exclaims under her breath, batting her eyes at no one in particular. Her uncle starts choking for a couple seconds. She looked over everyone sitting at the table. Let's see, there was her older cousin and her four-year-old daughter. Emiri hated little children. There was her younger cousin, a very unique individual. Emiri watched as this cousin washed dishes with an annoyed look on her face. There was her mother.her aunt.her uncle.her great aunt. Emily scratched her head and looked at the clock. It was almost time to pass out the presents. Maybe this would clear her of her dismal day.
And soon enough, just as the last dish had been put away, everyone crowded into the living room, positioning themselves around a tree splayed with luxurious looking presents with bows and wrapping paper, and.other things. Emiri sat down next to the tree, and let out a great sigh. What would it be this year? More Tupperware containers? A candy cane or two? Or maybe.She snickers. Maybe some donuts, all wrapped up in a little holiday tin.
She almost missed her aunt giving the cue to pass out the gifts.