CHIBIS; CHAPTER ONE: KITTIE
Kittie was staring at her desk when Knives walked in. She was chewing thoughtfully on a piece of gum, pondering why her desk was always so messy. Kittie always had something in her mouth, whether it was candy of a pen cap, she was always chewing on something. Knives looked around her neat and tidy room, [neatness and tidiness is a requirement around Knives, {basically meaning that Kittie is NOT a Mary-Sue}]. Posters of Eminem, Sum-41, Blink 182, Avril Lavinge, Pinky and the Brain, Garfield and Invader Zim [mostly Gir ^_^] stared back at him. Kittie's desk was, by far, the messiest thing in her room. She turned to look at Knives, still chewing ponderously.
When Kittie had first started working for him, Knives would've ordered her to clean up the desk immediately. Now he would just hang in the doorway and stare at her. There would always be a short contest and Knives would walk in and pat her head. Kittie couldn't help the fact that her desk was messy, she just liked to write, that was all. Knives was okay with it as long as the rest of her room was clean and spotless {told you so}. They stood staring at each other with Kittie's jaw moving rhythmically. That used to bother Knives also, until he found out that it was her way of relieving stress. Now, he would occasionally find himself chewing on the tip of his pen when he was paying bills {did Knives really have to pay bills? did anyone there have to?}.
Knives walked over to Kittie in a few quick strides and pat her head. He had picked it up from watching her do it to Loki all the time. Kittie's hair was soft and Knives enjoyed the feel of it {what is Knives really thinking?}.
"What're you pondering Pinky?" he asked
"Not much Brain, just wonderin' what to do." Kittie replied
"With what?" "My desk..."
Knives chuckled and pulled playfully at one of her light-brunette ringlets. The golden-blonde streaks in it flashed briefly in the sunlight. Kittie had fully opened her windows and blinds so that the sunlight and fresh breeze were filling the room. Knives smiled {smiled!?!.....boy don't I come in alot...^_^} and tugged playfully at her ringlet again. Kittie tugged playfully on his shirtsleeve in return. They were both in a good mood and very playful.
He tugged the sleeve of her sweatshirt and chuckled again {I told you that the cannons were a little out of character}, "Still in your pajamas I see." he said, "you love Sundays don't you?" Kittie nodded cheerfully and did a graceful cartwheel across the room. It surprised Knives sometimes, how cat-like Kittie was. He was awed by her cat-like grace, ever since the day he first saw her. He absently rubbed his cheek at the memory. She had clipped him good when she had tried to escape. It was her grace that had almost helped her escape. Her nails and teeth had also helped her come near escape that day. Legato still had the bite marks on his hand, and Kittie had bitten him [as a chibi, it explains later] three years before.
Kittie was staring at her desk when Knives walked in. She was chewing thoughtfully on a piece of gum, pondering why her desk was always so messy. Kittie always had something in her mouth, whether it was candy of a pen cap, she was always chewing on something. Knives looked around her neat and tidy room, [neatness and tidiness is a requirement around Knives, {basically meaning that Kittie is NOT a Mary-Sue}]. Posters of Eminem, Sum-41, Blink 182, Avril Lavinge, Pinky and the Brain, Garfield and Invader Zim [mostly Gir ^_^] stared back at him. Kittie's desk was, by far, the messiest thing in her room. She turned to look at Knives, still chewing ponderously.
When Kittie had first started working for him, Knives would've ordered her to clean up the desk immediately. Now he would just hang in the doorway and stare at her. There would always be a short contest and Knives would walk in and pat her head. Kittie couldn't help the fact that her desk was messy, she just liked to write, that was all. Knives was okay with it as long as the rest of her room was clean and spotless {told you so}. They stood staring at each other with Kittie's jaw moving rhythmically. That used to bother Knives also, until he found out that it was her way of relieving stress. Now, he would occasionally find himself chewing on the tip of his pen when he was paying bills {did Knives really have to pay bills? did anyone there have to?}.
Knives walked over to Kittie in a few quick strides and pat her head. He had picked it up from watching her do it to Loki all the time. Kittie's hair was soft and Knives enjoyed the feel of it {what is Knives really thinking?}.
"What're you pondering Pinky?" he asked
"Not much Brain, just wonderin' what to do." Kittie replied
"With what?" "My desk..."
Knives chuckled and pulled playfully at one of her light-brunette ringlets. The golden-blonde streaks in it flashed briefly in the sunlight. Kittie had fully opened her windows and blinds so that the sunlight and fresh breeze were filling the room. Knives smiled {smiled!?!.....boy don't I come in alot...^_^} and tugged playfully at her ringlet again. Kittie tugged playfully on his shirtsleeve in return. They were both in a good mood and very playful.
He tugged the sleeve of her sweatshirt and chuckled again {I told you that the cannons were a little out of character}, "Still in your pajamas I see." he said, "you love Sundays don't you?" Kittie nodded cheerfully and did a graceful cartwheel across the room. It surprised Knives sometimes, how cat-like Kittie was. He was awed by her cat-like grace, ever since the day he first saw her. He absently rubbed his cheek at the memory. She had clipped him good when she had tried to escape. It was her grace that had almost helped her escape. Her nails and teeth had also helped her come near escape that day. Legato still had the bite marks on his hand, and Kittie had bitten him [as a chibi, it explains later] three years before.