The Adventures of Ken and the NekoNeko Syrum
Chapter 6: As yet, unnamed.
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Ken returned to bed, exhausted, sweaty, and utterly satisfied. He'd gotten that squirrel, all right. There was no way a mere SQUIRREL could escape from Siberian. He put the body in a plastic bag, and put that in the motorhome's tiny freezer, so the body wouldn't stink too bad when he got up, and he could show off in front of the others, maybe get them to take his picture with it. It WAS pretty big as far as squirrels went, if you asked Ken.
When Ken awoke, everyone else was already awake. It was 10am, and everyone was either gone or working. Ken went about getting dressed. By the time he had finished, Yohji came back to make some coffee. Now was Ken's chance! He could brag to Yohji about his stunning catch last night! He scooted over to the freezer, and took out his catch, frozen in more ways than one.
"Ne ne, Yohji-kun" Ken said, holding The Squirrel up by the tail. "Look what I caught. Look what I caught. Look what I caught." Yohji looked up from his coffee pot.
"Alright already! What did you catch?" Ken held up his prize catch proudly. ^-^ Yohji's reaction was not exactly what Ken hand hoped.
"A squirrel? Where on earth did you get a dead squirrel?" He asked dryly.
"Caught it myself." Ken answered proudly.
"When?"
"Last night."
"That thing is disgusting, Ken. Get it out of here!" Yohji motioned for Ken to shoo, and returned to his coffee. Ken distinctly heard Yohji mutter something under his breath.
"Manx can't get here soon enough." He said.
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And so, Ken gave his noble adversary The Squirrel an honourable burial in the dumpster behind the mall, whose parking lot the Flowershop was currently in. After a moment of silence, he went back to the trailer. Yohji and Aya were working the shop, and Omi was at school. There were a few customers at the shop, but things were otherwise pretty quiet Ken was hungry again. He hadn't had any breakfast. He decided to bug Aya for it, since Yohji was busy with a customer.
"Aya-kun! I'm hungry!" Ken whined.
"I'm Aya. Pleased to meet you." Said Aya dryly. Cute, thought Ken. Not particularly funny, but cute.
"Ha. Ha." Said Ken. "I'm serious."
"So go fix yourself a sandwich." Aya replied, expression unchanged. Ken held up his paws pathetically.
"But I ca~n't!" Ken whined, giving Aya his best puppy-dog eyes. Or should that be kitty-cat eyes? He stared at Aya for a full five minutes, adding in a "please?" or a "pretty please?" or even a "I'll be your friend" now and then. Eventually, Aya gave. He always did when Ken made with the puppy-dog / Kitty-cat eyes, sooner or later.
"Fine!" he sighed. "I'll make you a damned sandwich."
"Yaay!" Cheered Ken.
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Ken finished his sandwhich (tuna, of course) out front. He had to. Aya kicked him out. He said Ken's tail was knocking over the merchandise. Pfffh. What did HE know?
*Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark!*
Ken's head snapped to the direction of the noise. It was . . . a BIG DOG, barreling RIGHT TOWARDS HIM! Ken bolted, and the Great Dane charged after him, barking its head off the whole time.
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Well, the next chapter should be the last. I hope you've enjoyed this little trip into the not-so-sane parts of my creative center!
Chapter 6: As yet, unnamed.
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Ken returned to bed, exhausted, sweaty, and utterly satisfied. He'd gotten that squirrel, all right. There was no way a mere SQUIRREL could escape from Siberian. He put the body in a plastic bag, and put that in the motorhome's tiny freezer, so the body wouldn't stink too bad when he got up, and he could show off in front of the others, maybe get them to take his picture with it. It WAS pretty big as far as squirrels went, if you asked Ken.
When Ken awoke, everyone else was already awake. It was 10am, and everyone was either gone or working. Ken went about getting dressed. By the time he had finished, Yohji came back to make some coffee. Now was Ken's chance! He could brag to Yohji about his stunning catch last night! He scooted over to the freezer, and took out his catch, frozen in more ways than one.
"Ne ne, Yohji-kun" Ken said, holding The Squirrel up by the tail. "Look what I caught. Look what I caught. Look what I caught." Yohji looked up from his coffee pot.
"Alright already! What did you catch?" Ken held up his prize catch proudly. ^-^ Yohji's reaction was not exactly what Ken hand hoped.
"A squirrel? Where on earth did you get a dead squirrel?" He asked dryly.
"Caught it myself." Ken answered proudly.
"When?"
"Last night."
"That thing is disgusting, Ken. Get it out of here!" Yohji motioned for Ken to shoo, and returned to his coffee. Ken distinctly heard Yohji mutter something under his breath.
"Manx can't get here soon enough." He said.
*~~*~~*~~*
And so, Ken gave his noble adversary The Squirrel an honourable burial in the dumpster behind the mall, whose parking lot the Flowershop was currently in. After a moment of silence, he went back to the trailer. Yohji and Aya were working the shop, and Omi was at school. There were a few customers at the shop, but things were otherwise pretty quiet Ken was hungry again. He hadn't had any breakfast. He decided to bug Aya for it, since Yohji was busy with a customer.
"Aya-kun! I'm hungry!" Ken whined.
"I'm Aya. Pleased to meet you." Said Aya dryly. Cute, thought Ken. Not particularly funny, but cute.
"Ha. Ha." Said Ken. "I'm serious."
"So go fix yourself a sandwich." Aya replied, expression unchanged. Ken held up his paws pathetically.
"But I ca~n't!" Ken whined, giving Aya his best puppy-dog eyes. Or should that be kitty-cat eyes? He stared at Aya for a full five minutes, adding in a "please?" or a "pretty please?" or even a "I'll be your friend" now and then. Eventually, Aya gave. He always did when Ken made with the puppy-dog / Kitty-cat eyes, sooner or later.
"Fine!" he sighed. "I'll make you a damned sandwich."
"Yaay!" Cheered Ken.
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Ken finished his sandwhich (tuna, of course) out front. He had to. Aya kicked him out. He said Ken's tail was knocking over the merchandise. Pfffh. What did HE know?
*Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark!*
Ken's head snapped to the direction of the noise. It was . . . a BIG DOG, barreling RIGHT TOWARDS HIM! Ken bolted, and the Great Dane charged after him, barking its head off the whole time.
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Well, the next chapter should be the last. I hope you've enjoyed this little trip into the not-so-sane parts of my creative center!