Shit
"What racket?" Raven asked in confusion. She didn't hear a racket.
"THAT RACKET!" Rotbart said in anguish. "Ohmygodmother, that's got to be the worst singing I've ever heard!"
"You mean Apple?" Raven asked.
"APPLE?!" Rotbart straightened up to his full height and immediately headed for his room, with a furious scowl on his face.
Raven was stunned. She knew her brother was a music snob, but she never thought he'd react that badly to Apple's singing; he was rooming with Sparrow for goodness sake! She hadn't seen Rotbart this outwardly mad since he was ten years-old. But then again, Apple seemed to have a knack for bringing out the immature in him.
Unfortunately, Raven knew what an immature Rotbart was capable of. And she hurried after him to try and control whatever damage she could.
Rotbart couldn't believe his eyes when he entered his room. Apple White was sitting on the floor and singing an incredibly stupid song about friendship to Odie and a bunch of white mice. Her eyes were closed and she was completely lost in the moment. The sunshine that came through Rotbart's window even seemed to create a little spotlight that surrounded the fairytale princess and woodland creatures in a warm glow. The whole thing was so disgustingly sweet, the huge mess that surrounded them didn't even register in Rotbart's brain.
And the weirdest and most infuriating thing was that Odie actually seemed to be enjoying the crap that was floating out of Apple's mouth! Rotbart was utterly appalled; he thought he had raised his feathered friend to have FAR better taste than that!
"HEY!" Rotbart shouted. The sound of his voice jolted Apple from her song. She opened her eyes and frowned at him.
"Hello Rotbart." She said coldly.
"Just what do you think you're doing in my room, princess?" He hissed.
"I'm trying to save these poor little mice!" She said.
"Yeah, after you put them here in the first place, no doubt. What kind of ruler are you, sending a bunch of poor, little mice to get eaten by a vicious owl?"
"What, him?" Apple said as she gestured to Odie. "Nonsense! He's a sweetie! He could never eat his widdle friend nows. No he couldn't-no he couldn't." Odie hooted cheerfully in response to Apple's baby-talk and Rotbart had a sudden urge to stuff him. The traitor!
"He is NOT a sweetie, he's a shit. A major shit with shit taste in music." Rotbart said as he glared at his pet.
Apple's eyes narrowed. "And just what is THAT supposed to mean?!" She demanded.
"I mean you sing like a drag queen with a head cold, princess!" Rotbart shot back.
Sparrow and Raven both gasped aloud at this.
Oh no...thought Raven.
Oh fuck...thought Sparrow.
Shit was starting to get very, VERY real.