Issue #2
Blaze walked into her house, overloaded with shopping bags. "Gee, Silver! Can you help a bit?" she asked from the doorway.
Silver looked up to her from his place on the sofas. "Can't," came the laconic answer.
Blaze put down her backs and placed her hands on her hips. She raised an eyebrow and asked, "Why?"
"Because I'm busy?" Silver asked.
Blaze snorted and carried the bags one by one to the kitchen. When she finished, she stood to her full height, glaring at Silver.
"What? Why the long face this morning?" Silver asked.
She glared even more, before spinning on her heel and walking away to her own bedroom.
Later...
Silver stopped for a rest. He had gone from Angel Island to collect a box of huge nails he had won on a random auction.
And problem was with that, is that his house was far away! And the box was REAL heavy.
Suddenly, Blaze appeared from across the road. "Struggling?" she asked, sarcastically.
Silver snorted.
He tried to pick up the box again, but managed to do an amazing stunt with it – he failed.
"B-Blaze?" he asked, wiping the sweat off his forehead with his arm.
Blaze turned around to look at him.
"C-Can you help me?" Silver asked, panting profusely.
"Can't," Blaze replied, as laconic as Silver had once done.
"Why?" Silver asked. He stood up and looked at her sharply.
"Because I'm busy," Blaze said, before walking away.
Silver snorted once more. "Sheesh, what a nice cat," he said to himself.
"What did you say?" Blaze asked. She turned around to look at him suspiciously.
"I said...you're hot?" Silver lied.
"WHAT?" Blaze asked.
"What's wrong with being hot?" Silver asked.
Pwned.
Let's just say that he needed twenty two bandages after that.