I slipped out of the sibling's fingers and quickly rushed inside. I had to tell Max something, and I really needed to wash my bloody hands. The kitchen sink was my first stop. I didn't like water, and I was sure that water didn't like me either.
While I was washing my hands my long tail was brushing the floor. Everything was fine; I would finish up, say a few words to Max and then bury myself in a book until dinner was ready. Iggy was rushing around the kitchen, swerving this way and that, and once again I found myself amazed at how easily he could move around. How did it happen anyways? Was he born blind or had they done something to him? I couldn't figure it out. He seemed so used to being blind that it could have been something that he was bo-
Pain ran through my spine and I gave an eerie high pitched screech when Iggy stepped on my tail. Iggy gave a shout and promptly fell over, an onion rolling out of his arms. I fell to the floor and snatched my tail up, cradling the delicate bundle of fur. My spine was still ringing.
"Will you be more careful!" I snapped at Iggy, who was staring in my general direction in profound shock.
Max ran into the room, "What happened?"
"Birdbrain over here stepped on my tail!" I hissed venomously.
Iggy glared at me, "It wasn't my fault, what were you doing in the kitchen anyways? You aren't supposed to be in the kitchen while I'm cooking!"
"Well how was I supposed to know! Maybe you should hang a sign around your neck!" I snapped.
"Guys! Calm down! Iggy, try to be more careful and Kira, please give Iggy some room while he's cooking."
"I'll do my best." I grumbled. Content, Max walked off.
I glared at Iggy, "You do that again and I'll-"
"Shed on me?" Iggy suggested dryly.
He glared at the stove. Or I suppose that could have been meant for me.
"A little to the left Iggy." I suggested sweetly.
His head swung around and his glare grew fiery. I stood up and ruffled his hair, "If you want I can give you lessons on how to manoeuvre properly, so maybe you won't step on my tail again."
He hoisted himself up and gave me a wry smile, "I could teach you to not make me break dishes."
"I could teach Fang how to walk softer." I shot a glance at Fang, standing by the wall. His eyes widened in surprise.
"I could teach you how to pick locks."
"I can already pick locks."
"Really?" Iggy's face lit up, "What are your thoughts on bombs?"
I wrinkled my nose, "Loud and ear damaging."
"Tomorrow I'll show what a good bomb is like, you'll love it."
"Maybe after I teach you how to listen better."
"Only after I teach you how to cook."
"Cook? Me? I'd probably set something on fire."
He gave me an excited smile, "I wouldn't mind, and it's not that hard."
"Maybe tomorrow then, I'll help with breakfast."
"I'll teach you how to make eggs."
From across the room I could see Fang frown in confusion, but I gave a smile. Perhaps I had found a friend as well as a home.
A timer went off and Iggy gave a jump, before rushing over to the oven.
"Can you set the table?" He asked, gesturing wildly to a pile of plates and cutlery. Fang decided that he just couldn't blend in with the wall, and came over to help me. As his hand descended on the cutlery I snatched them away and rushed off to the table with a triumphant smirk. I 'set' them, making sure to keep my tail off the ground. I didn't want that hulking stalker to get any ideas. I piled the cutlery on the table; people could just take some themselves, if they wanted it that is. I had never held a fork before and it looked more like a torturing device than something to eat with. I had my hands and teeth, I would manage.
I bristled silently as Fang gave me a look and set the table properly. I rolled my eyes and sat down in a chair. Mostly to annoy Fang, I swung my feet up on the table. He paused and glared at me reproachfully. I cocked my head, "Something wrong?"
He glared at my feet.
"If you have a problem, then spit it out!"
"Get your feet off the table." He forced out through gritted teeth.
"Wow, six words, that's a new record for you Fang!" I feigned excitement at this rare occurrence.
He glared at me and continued to set the table.
"Kira, feet?" Max demanded.
"Yes, they are feet." I replied coolly, "If you look down, you'll see that you have them too."
I heard Iggy give a muffled laugh and I flicked my tail happily. At least someone appreciated my wit.
Max gave a sigh, "Could you please move your damn feet off of the fucking table."
I gave her a smirk, but my feet swung down, "Very elegant."
Max gave another exasperated sigh, "You're worse than Iggy and Fang combined!"
I chuckled and gave her a smile, but she only frowned. Evidently I had failed to impress the leader, not that I was trying. I could be very charming when I wanted to be, but I never wanted to be so she would just have to put up with it.
"Dinners ready!" Iggy called.
Excited shouts rang through the house as the younger members of the Flock ran over. I gave a smile as Iggy came over, holding a stew pot in one arm, and a platter of roast meat in the other. I was starved! I couldn't help but feel a bit nervous as I eyed the cutlery. How on earth would I manage?
