The Man With No Name
( part fourteen: picking up bad habits )
Humans, Merb, and Wallop alike were shocked, their shoulders curved inwards in fear, as their ears bled with the string of profanities that came from the kitchen. They hung around in the hallway, out of her sight, and cringed with each new colourful word.
Pots and pans clattered loudly on the counter, cabinets and drawers were yanked open as Piper rearranged the eating utensils to her preference. Whose brilliant idea was it to put the plates on top of the cereal bowls? Why hasn't the blender been taken apart and cleaned? Did they think the forks and knives would take care of themselves? And for heaven's sakes! Close the bread box after you've made some toast!
Balling up her fists, the girl screwed her eyes shut, and screamed. She was gone for about three weeks, and this is what she comes home to?
Radarr clapped his paws over his long fuzzy ears as Aerrow commented on the obvious. "Uh, guys. Piper's really mad."
"Y'think?"
Stork raised his hand. "So… all those in favour of hiding out in the storage room until Armageddon arrives?"
"C'mon. Give her a couple of hours and she can't be that bad."
"Aerrow, buddy. You have a lot to learn about women."
Another shrill scream and Junko tapped his fingers together, looking embarassed. The other boys craned their necks upwards and silently asked the question. What had he done?
"I might have forgotten to throw out the old juice… and left some empty containers in the fridge." They all winced.
"Remember guys, Piper's probably still really stressed from the whole ordeal, or else she wouldn't be like this."
The blond snorted derisively. "Tell me about it. Girl's on a rampage. I think she picked a few habits from the Dark Ace or she developed new ones. Piper took one look at the bathroom and bam! Started swearing as high as the moon. You should have seen how clean the place was after she'd finished with it. Totally creepy. Even the towels sparkled."