"Now, Eschalot…"
"Dad, what are you doing?"
Rendering myself. Going against my own principles. A gift I give you, a trade disguised in a white paper bag.
"Here"
"Why are you holding it like that?"
"Look inside"
That's right peep through the bag like something is going to bite you. He may just do it. I see you're trembling hands and the shocked curve of your mouth. You hold back your tears, but I can see them flooding your spirit.
"Oh, God, daddy…." Bulla sobbed and reached in the bag with a single hand.
There you go, Eschalot. Let yourself feel something. Let us see you in that shell you've sunk into.
"It's so cute; hi kitty!," she cried, " Ittle bittle silky!"
Go ahead, show me your teeth. Raise your voice as you shamelessly tuck that little fur dumpling to your chest.
"Is it a boy or a girl?"
"A little boy. Do you like him?"
And the obvious question of the day award goes to: My Bulma—the smartest person in the room.
"He's like a little hairy baby! Look at his little bow-tie!"
Yes, love him. Gush over him. Pet his soft fur. Scratch the area between his ears with your finger. Let his little white whiskers tickle your neck. Smile over the forrest green bow I tied around his neck.
"Look at his toe beans!"
How could we forget about the most important part, people. The damn toe beans.
"Thank you, momma. Thank you Trunks"
"Thank your father. He put that on little mister kitty's neck"
"Daddy, I love it! Thank you so much"
"Most welcome, Eschalot"
I can't resist.
"Tell me, is he Kawai?"
I pity you Bulma. You really thought you won this battle?
" I didn't even think you knew what that most Kawai ever, dad"
"Bulla, honey don't stroke his ego. He'll break the chair. I'm so glad you like your kitty"
"Don't listen to your mother, Bulla. She's just using you to her advantage. Enjoy your 'Kawai' furry meat dumpling with legs"
"So what are you gonna call him?," Bulma asked, "He looks, like a shadow to me"
"You could call him derp-face. Yes, derp-face fits perfectly," Trunks said to the kitten's wide set eyes.
"Are you a little herpy, derpy, kitty? I got it: Earl"
"Earl!"
Woman, you didn't have to spit out your water all over me. I'm not surprised.
"Yeap. He looks like an Earl. Earl Grey Briefs"
How could I have expected less of you Eschalot, giving the runt of the litter such a thoughtful name. Earl Grey it is. Today I gave you a grey kitten with white socks on his feet, with the hope that you would rub his tuft of hair with your chin. I gave you a gift, hoping that you would return the favor, a barter I eagerly received. Something I've wanted for weeks—a smile.
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