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PROMPT: Zero is a mom.
Did I mention Kizna and Zero are both Earth-retarded? Because they are and that's your only warning!
"Look, I'm not just gonna leave some-- something! Out in the water like that! So, look after it, would you?"
"But why do I have to take care of it? It looks more like you, so yo--
ASLKDFHAS
--HEY!!"
"God, you idiot!! Just don't kill it until I get finished working on the simulator!" Kizna turned on her heel, slamming the door behind her as she continued to huff and puff about a certain simple-minded partner.
An hour into her work, Kizna paused as she heard some crashing coming from down the hall, but shook her head and continued tapping away on the keys. Two hours later, Kizna heard shouting. She listened for a moment, but just long enough to note that isn't wasn't one of Zero's five or so dangerous tones of shouting and engrossed herself in algorithmic code again.
After several hours, she paused to enjoy the silence, reflecting on her work-- Silence?
"--KIZNA!! KIZNA! You gotta check this out! It's cool! Really cool! SUPER COOL!!"
"Z-ZERO! CUT THAT OUT!"
"BUT YOU HID THE SCISSORS! Now, watch! Just watch!"
Kizna held onto the edge of the entrance to the simulated cockpit, dangerously close to falling out and thankful she hadn't when she was jolted out of her brief reverie. She watched the scene upside down, not wanting to be accused of looking away for a second. Zero ran around in decent sized circles around the room and a small ball of orange fur chased after him, gaining on his heels every so often. Then he abruptly stopped and the kitten slid to a halt, almost colliding with Zero in a way that was oddly reminiscent of someone's way of charging around.
Zero turned around and squatted down, pulling his arm back and ready to strike with a fist.
"Wait, Zero! No! Don't punc--!!"
The punch slowed down a few seconds before connecting. The kitten had its paws up, tiny claws out, ears pinned back with a fighting hiss managing to worm it's way out. It dug its way into the fist, gnawing on a knuckle determinedly.
"Ow ow ow! He-- Ow! Hey! Did you see? Isn't it awesome? The awesomest awesome thing it is!"
Kizna blinked. She slowly rearranged herself so she could sit properly. "Zero, what have you been doing to that thing?"
"Nothing, nothing! Say, can I teach it to pilot now? Can I? Can I?"
Did I mention Kizna and Zero are both Earth-retarded? Because they are and that's your only warning!
"Look, I'm not just gonna leave some-- something! Out in the water like that! So, look after it, would you?"
"But why do I have to take care of it? It looks more like you, so yo--
ASLKDFHAS
--HEY!!"
"God, you idiot!! Just don't kill it until I get finished working on the simulator!" Kizna turned on her heel, slamming the door behind her as she continued to huff and puff about a certain simple-minded partner.
An hour into her work, Kizna paused as she heard some crashing coming from down the hall, but shook her head and continued tapping away on the keys. Two hours later, Kizna heard shouting. She listened for a moment, but just long enough to note that isn't wasn't one of Zero's five or so dangerous tones of shouting and engrossed herself in algorithmic code again.
After several hours, she paused to enjoy the silence, reflecting on her work-- Silence?
"--KIZNA!! KIZNA! You gotta check this out! It's cool! Really cool! SUPER COOL!!"
"Z-ZERO! CUT THAT OUT!"
"BUT YOU HID THE SCISSORS! Now, watch! Just watch!"
Kizna held onto the edge of the entrance to the simulated cockpit, dangerously close to falling out and thankful she hadn't when she was jolted out of her brief reverie. She watched the scene upside down, not wanting to be accused of looking away for a second. Zero ran around in decent sized circles around the room and a small ball of orange fur chased after him, gaining on his heels every so often. Then he abruptly stopped and the kitten slid to a halt, almost colliding with Zero in a way that was oddly reminiscent of someone's way of charging around.
Zero turned around and squatted down, pulling his arm back and ready to strike with a fist.
"Wait, Zero! No! Don't punc--!!"
The punch slowed down a few seconds before connecting. The kitten had its paws up, tiny claws out, ears pinned back with a fighting hiss managing to worm it's way out. It dug its way into the fist, gnawing on a knuckle determinedly.
"Ow ow ow! He-- Ow! Hey! Did you see? Isn't it awesome? The awesomest awesome thing it is!"
Kizna blinked. She slowly rearranged herself so she could sit properly. "Zero, what have you been doing to that thing?"
"Nothing, nothing! Say, can I teach it to pilot now? Can I? Can I?"