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Time to reveal where Kat is staying . . . or not! Only this chapter will tell. So read on.
Kat POV:
I sighed and winced as my hare ears strained against the wrappings. 'Please tell me that this won't last long.' I sat quietly in the kitchen thinking about what I want to cook; cooking was always something that calms me. I, finally, brought my beloved satchel onto the table and carefully looked for a cook book, I don't want to hurt my ears further by burying my head in it like I usually do.
'I'm actually upset about not putting my head in my satchel. Tear.' I thought with a pout and making the shape of a tear drop on my cheek. I glanced through the recipes and saw a hand appear out of nowhere on a page that held a recipe I was debating on making.
And chapter end~! Just kidding I have a feeling you all would kill me if I stop here. *sweat drop* but I am just being dramatic right? . . . Right? You aren't answering O.O
I carefully turned my head to look up at the much taller male. "Make this one!" He smiled at me happily with eagerness in his eyes. "Fine, now leave so I can cook." I made a shooing motion with my hands.
"No. You don't know where anything is in the kitchen so I'll help." He told me smiling happily. "Don't you have work to do, Elliot?" "Yeah but I am on break! So, I can help you right?" I stared at him with slightly glaring eyes, judging if he was being truthful or not. I sighed in defeat, "Fine but I have a feeling that you want the carrot strudel in the cook book."
I swear I saw Elliot lick his lips when I said 'carrot strudel', I swear I did. I giggled a little but winced when my ears stung from that slight motion. Elliot saw this and frowned. He walked up and moved his hand to float above my fragile hare ears, being considerate enough not to touch the painful ears.
"I swear I'll kill that damn knight for doing this." I heard him mutter but only gave a small smile to him but not saying a thing in response. I turned around and faced the book again. "Let's see we will need . . ." I read off the list of ingredients and told him we would need bowls and measuring cups and so on.
About half way through the process of preparing the ingredients I felt a splatter of batter fall on the tip of my nose. I froze and slowly turned my head to face Elliot who froze and looked at me. I then moved my eyes to settle on my nose. I then attempted to lick the batter off . . . and failed. 'Stupid tongue!' After a few more failed attempts, I heard the hare-man start to laugh, going from a muffled chuckle to full-blown laughing.
I glared weakly at him before sticking my tongue out at him and then I went the easy way out and wiped the batter of with my pointer finger and licking the batter off. He was still laughing and I decided to take the opportunity that arose from his guard being down. I dipped my finger in the bowl of the batter before placing my arm relaxingly at my side.
"You are so mean Elliot! Laughing at me when you hit me with the batter." I said with a fake glare and a whining tone. He immediately stopped laughing and looked at me worriedly, "Oh no! I didn't me—" I stopped him from finishing his defense by sliding my batter covered finger over his cheek . . . with some difficulty because he is so freaking tall! Elliot froze while I giggled before laughing my horrible laugh. 'His face was hilarious!' Elliots lavender colored eyes wide with shock and his mouth slightly agape from his unfinished sentence . . . and maybe because I acted so childishly.
I froze and quickly covered my mouth, realizing that he heard my horrible laugh. I turned away from him, too quickly causing my ears to sting. "Y-You never h-heard that!" I stuttered, crap. "What's wrong?" "You . . . heard me laugh." "So?" He honestly sounds curious.
"I . . . I hate my laugh. It sounds like a hyena, everyone says so. So, I try not to laugh. I managed to not laugh at all for five years. Then, I hid my laugh with a fake one. No one could tell the difference." I paused with a sad smile on my face before continuing, "So, what are you going to do now? Laugh at me? Perhaps make fun of my laugh? Say I sound like a hyena or a dying dog? Perhaps a dying cat is more fitting?"
Elliot turned me around sharply, causing me to squeak in pain, holding me by the shoulders. "Look at me." Elliot commanded in a firm, serious tone. I carefully looked up at him, a bit afraid if I was honest with myself. My nervous gray shaded eyes looked up at his serious lavender eyes, which had an emotion I didn't recognize woven through them.
"I would never, ever do something like that to you. And how could anyone say that about your laugh?! Your laugh is beautiful." I stood frozen in shock, staring up at the carrot topped man before me. No one ever told me my laugh was fine . . . let alone beautiful. I felt tears bubble at my eyes.
I flung myself into the much taller living being. "A-Are you okay?! What's wrong?!" "N-Nothing! Thank you Elliot. You are so kind! No one ever told me that before. It means so much to me." I whispered the last part, not knowing if he heard me say it or not. I hugged him tightly, not wanting to let go. Afraid that this was a dream, that I had fallen asleep at the table looking through the cook book. Afraid that not one person thought my laugh was okay . . . beautiful even.
I slowly let go and wiped the happy tears from my eyes and smiled widely at the second in command of the Hatter Mafia. I quickly finished making the Carrot strudel and put it in the oven. I quickly walked over to the table and picked up the open book that held the instructions on how the carrot strudel was made. "It should take 30-40 minutes to bake. You should get back to work." Elliot nodded but then looked at me with a curious expression on his handsome face. 'Yeah I'll admit it. Elliot March is handsome. But most of the role-holders are attractive. Some more so than others.' "What are you going to do?" I shrugged my shoulders, "I don't know. Maybe read a book, or attempt to find the room I am staying in."
Elliot looked down for a moment before looking back up at me, "You could read in my room while I work. That way you aren't alone." He quickly added at the end. I smiled at him and winced as my ears stung with moving at my happy emotion. 'After, being alone so long I don't like the idea of being alone, if I don't have to.' "I would love to. Thank you Elliot. You are far too kind to me." His face got a bit red, I wonder why. Well, the kitchen is hot from the oven.
We walked to his room and I said hello to the faceless we passed along the way, hearing them gossip about things and whatnot. We made it to his room and I looked around. His room was plain with purple wallpaper that had slightly lighter purple making random lines through it. And a dark, forest green rug that was most likely one of the softest things in the world. I felt the urge to bend down and run my fingers over it to find out but resisted the temptation. There was a book shelf off to the side with too much room in it for more books for my taste.
Off to the side as a wooden desk, probably oak, and covered with papers that need to be filled out or filed. A country still lamp on the end of the table and the usual office supplies were on the table, pencils and pens laying hazardly just waiting to fall off the hard desk onto the tempting carpet.
"That's a lot of paperwork." I said my comment in a monotone voice, shocked that he had so much work to do. 'I bet the hatter does this on purpose.' "Yeah." Elliot w my statement and when I looked up at him his eyes had lost their earlier shine and he looked tired just staring at the amount of work.
"Is there anything I can do to help?" I asked in hopes of helping my new-found friend. Elliot just looked at me as if I had grown a second head . . . or as if I agreed to go camping with that dummkopf Ace. 'Like that will ever happen. As I said before I would sooner give up my satchel for a day.'
"I know how to do paperwork and the such. I have done it before on several occasions and I have taken accounting courses for years. So, don't worry I would know what I would be doing and if I didn't I am smart enough to ask for help." Elliot looked uncertain for a moment but then agreed, although a bit hesitantly.
For the next twenty minutes we worked diligently. Elliot was shocked at how easily I went through the finance papers he gave me. When I realized the time I gasped, causing Elliot to turn around quickly and look at me, "We have to take the strudel out of the oven or they will burn!" I quickly told him.
He nodded happily and quickly got up. We left the room and walked to the kitchen, chatting idly along the way. When we got to the kitchen I checked them to see that they cooked perfectly. I took them out of the oven with oven mitts that had little carrots placed randomly on them.
I used the spatula that Elliot gave me to gently and carefully move the hot strudel only a fine-china plate. "So why did you choose the mansion over the other territories?" The sudden, unexpected question caused me to temporarily cease my movements. I felt my ears attempt to droop against the support and cause more pain.
I started moving the strudel to the china again. "I don't want to be anywhere near the knight so the Heart Cstle was a big fat 'no.' And I don't want to see my friend stalk the rabbit and kill him with affection as well." I chuckled at my lame attempt at a joke before continuing.
"I don't think that Julius would like me staying with him although I will admit I would want to stay with him. I don't want to be a burden, though." 'Did the air get colder? That's weird.' I took two small tea-plates from the cabinet Elliot showed me earlier and put a strudel on each one.
I walked over to the table and placed each plate in front of two chairs next to each other. I went to Elliot and grabbed his jacket sleeve and tugged him over to the table. I sat down and motioned for him to do the same, which he did.
"Clover Tower seemed like a good choice but then I remembered that Nightmare would read my thoughts a lot and I didn't like the idea of that at all. I like to keep my thoughts to myself." I took a bite of the carrot strudel and hummed in happiness, it was delicious!
"Finally, I have a migraine and have the feeling that I will be having a lot of those until my ears heal so I doubt the amusement park will be of any help with that. That left the Hatter Mansion. It is fairly quiet and you are here so that is a plus. And the twins aren't half bad either." I finished my explanation to the hare.
We were both silent as we finished the strudel, well as I finished my strudel and Elliot finished five strudels. 'Where does he put it all?!' I think he liked them.
"Yoohooo~!" We turned to see Boris Airay at the window, balancing his feet on the sill and his hands between his feet in a crouching position. "Hey Boris." I said happily to my friend while I thought I saw Elliot frown.
"KKKKKKaaaattttt?" "YYYYYeeessssss." I responded mimicking the way he was talking. "Remember our deal about the riddle? How if I get it right than I could get anything?" "Within reason, yes I remember it." "Well I think I got the answer." "Okay then tell me." "They were both written on by Edgar Allen Poe!"
I felt my eyes widen in shock. 'He got it right? He got it right!' "That's correct! Congratulations!" I saw his Cheshire smile widen, 'Uh oh.' "Okay what do you want?" I questioned the pink cat hesitantly. "Spend the next few time periods with me!" "What?" Next thing I knew I was being pulled through a vortex.
Yummy carrot Strudels
Dummkopf – idiot/dunderhead
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