Shanzira and Kellam: C Support.

I probably shouldn't be in the pantry when I draw, but this is a really nice piece! I mean, it's not a hundred percent done, but hot damn is it close. I didn't think I could do something so nice here in Ylisse. It's just so shiny! I should show this to Robin later, make her feel jealous for her lack of skill in art.

I mutter to myself, as I sometimes do when alone. "Almost done, I just need to add a few details–"

"Shanzira?"

OKAY WHO WAS THAT OH MY GODS BAHJSBNHJKCLBSHKJXBHSJKXVBC!

"EYAAAAGGHHH!"

Okay, okay, calm down, calm down, don't have a heart attack. Don't die. Don't die. Who surprised me? Oh, Kellam. And he looks quite panicked.

"Shanzira, is everything all right?" Even though his eyes are so squinty, it seems he actually can look worried about people. I dunno. I never bothered to learn the many faces of Kellam. I should crack open Knights of Iris when I wake up. (Yeah, I have a copy, set me back seventy bucks. Totally worth it.) I nod my head towards Kellam and turn my head to regard my drawing.

"GODSDAMN MOTHERFUCKING SHITFACE ASSHOLE SON OF A BITCH FROM HELL!"

Kellam jumps once again. My freakout is caused by the fact that my artwork has just been ruined. There is a great. Black. Line. Stretching through it, and half the details have been utterly obliterated. All that effort... Wasted... Gods.

"Shanzira, calm down!" He puts a surprisingly gentle hand on my shoulder. "Um... Can you hear me?"

I shut my eyes tight and throw my hands around everywhere. Can I just reject this reality? Thank you! Gods, WHY?! "OF COURSE I can hear you!" I snap at him. "You're the reason I jumped and nearly shit my pants!"

He takes a step back, holding his hands close to himself in an almost Sumia-esque manner. (I swear, they would have made a good pairing, but nooo, canon thought otherwise.) "I didn't mean to scare you like that..."

I sigh and rub my temples, trying to calm myself, and then with my next sentence I go and crescendo. "Warn me next time, or I might just kill you! I ruined my drawing because of you! See?!" I flash the sketchbook in his face.

OH GODS, WHAT IF IT BLED THROUGH?! FUCK! That's several sheets of parchment, gone to waste! Nooo! NO! I turn around and cover my face to hide the extent of my anguish.

"I had no idea," I hear Kellam murmur. "I'm so sorr–"

I do my best to control my voice, but these complaints manage to scrape past my teeth. "Fucking shit... Now I have to start... All over..." I can't control it... Gods damn it, why do I have to cry like a little fucking baby? Argh! In spite of myself, I take a sniff to clear my nasal passageways.

Kellam seems legitimately distressed, but it doesn't mitigate my temper. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

I stand and face him, snarling. "You'd better be! Now what was so important that you had to sacrifice a masterpiece for?" Hands on hips, lean forward angrily.

He immediately resumes a blank face when he answers my question. "Robin wants to talk to you."

Snort. Robin, you fucking idiot. "And she sends one of two guys good at coming up and surprising me. Ugh." I... I guess my temper ought to be directed at someone else, then. I wipe my face with my arm, being careful not to damage the sleeve (this is too nice a coat to ruin like that). "Sorry, I'll... I'll take the full brunt of my ire out on her. Excuse me." I pick up my things and slip past Kellam out of the room. The man takes up a surprising amount of space.

"Oh, boy, I don't envy Robin..." Is all I hear of him before he vanishes from my mind.

Really short. I almost cried while writing this, probably because I couldn't stop yawning. Reviewer number two requested Kellam, since Shanzira doesn't really talk to him much. And next time I shall probably just grab a script I've already written. Not all of these are supposed to be funny, even if this one is. Haha, this is the most curse-heavy thing I've written, and it's a comedy. Oh boy. Leave a review if you want to request, thank you.