A/N: This doesn't do a damn thing to forward the plot, but I couldn't help writing it because it was cute. If fighting can be cute, that is. I love trying to show some of the sibling-type dynamic between Kid and the Thompson sisters.
Digging A Hole
Liz was watching a sappy romance in the upstairs parlor when Kid got home. Dazed by the fact that he'd been kissing Maka, that she was his girlfriend, he barely realized that he'd wandered into the room. He flopped down on the couch beside Liz, who glanced over at him and frowned. Kid never flopped, he seated himself. And he looked goofy. Goofier than usual.
"Where have you been?"
"Out."
She raised an eyebrow at him, "You've been out a lot lately. Exactly what do you do when you're out?"
He looked over at her, not really seeing her.
"Work." he replied, leaning back against the sofa and sighing. Happily, she mistook his distraction for exhaustion and went back to her movie. Unless she had to be directly involved, she didn't want to know any more about death magic or reaping than she had to.
On the screen, the hero was going at the heroine like their lives depended on it.
"What the hell is this?" Kid exclaimed, suddenly realizing what he was seeing. And wondering when he might be able to do it to Maka. He thought about having her against him, letting him do that, and felt blood rush into his face. And other places.
"That's how big people show they love each other." Liz teased. Kid frowned at her.
"I know what they're doing, but how exactly does he know she wants him to do it like that?"
"She doesn't seem to be complaining, does she?"
Kid tore his eyes off the screen, "Well, no, but what if she doesn't like it and she's just going along with it to be polite? What if she'd rather do something else?"
"Like what? Play Parcheesi?"
"No! What they're doing, but...there seem to be a lot of different methods. Are you supposed to discuss the possibilities first and make an itinerary?"
Liz looked stunned. "You are such a freak. I pity whoever ends up with you."
"How do you go from regular kissing to that?" He tipped his head sideways to get a different vantage point, "Do you just do it, or do you ask first? How does it work?"
"Kid, I hope to fuck you're not asking me to show you." Liz was seriously alarmed by the intense look he was giving her.
"What?! Disgusting!" he skittered away from her so fast he fell off the couch.
Now Liz was pissed off, "You think I'm disgusting?" she yelled.
"No! That's not what I meant! I meant things like kissing you would be disgusting."
Her eyes narrowed dangerously and Kid realized that the hole he'd dug himself into had just gotten ten feet deeper. He put his hands up just in time to keep her from punching him in the face.
"I didn't mean it that way! Quit it, that hurts!" he yelled as her fist hit the top of his head.
Intrigued by the sound of violence, Patty raced in and stood over them.
"Hey Sis?" she asked after she'd watched for a moment Liz sat up and clawed her hair away from her eyes.
"Yes Patty?" she replied, striving for a normal tone while pulling Kid's hair as hard as she could.
"How come you and Kid are beating each other up in front of a soft core porn movie?"
"It's not porn and he's a rude little bastard!" Liz cried, slapping Kid down as he tried to shove her off of him. Patty thought about that for a minute.
"Can I help with the fighting?" she asked politely. Liz nodded,
"Of course you can."
"Goody!" Without warning, she punched them both in the face at exactly the same time. Liz fell off Kid and they grabbed their heads, screaming and rolling on the carpet in pain.
"I win! I win!" Patty shouted, clapping her hands together gleefully while doing a little victory dance.
