MCA #-2, (Friday, January 22, Morning)
The sound of something scrabbling startled Dani awake. She sat up in her bed and immediately grabbed the gun by her night table, at first she thought she only dreamed the sound when Dani heard the scrambling noises again.
She stood-up and cautiously approached her kitchen. It was a damn stupid burglar coming in to rob a cop. Reese felt for the light switch, kept her hand there and leading with her gun turned into the kitchen. As she did so, she flipped the lights on and growled: "Freeze."
The small furry thing munching on her bananas froze. The banana fell from its tiny paws, rolled away then fell on the floor with a thump.
Reese blinked and her other hand fell away but the other, her gun hand was steady. "What the hell?"
The thing looked back at her with big, wide eyes, its ears flattening against its head.
Reese approached the thing warily then when she was a feet away she reached forward and with her gun poked it. The thing squeaked and started to shiver. "What the hell are you?"
It didn't answer instead Reese saw its tiny paw reach for her gun. "Hey, don't do--" but instead of batting the gun away the thing touched the muzzle of her gun, "--that."
Reese pulled her gun away, it squeaked. Reese scowled, "I'm not getting a pet. I don't even know what you are."
Impossibly, its eyes widened again and it looked at Reese imploringly, for the first time Reese's kitten-cute proof resolve twitched. Reese's scowl deepened. "I'm not a pet person."
She stood-up and cautiously approached her kitchen. It was a damn stupid burglar coming in to rob a cop. Reese felt for the light switch, kept her hand there and leading with her gun turned into the kitchen. As she did so, she flipped the lights on and growled: "Freeze."
The small furry thing munching on her bananas froze. The banana fell from its tiny paws, rolled away then fell on the floor with a thump.
Reese blinked and her other hand fell away but the other, her gun hand was steady. "What the hell?"
The thing looked back at her with big, wide eyes, its ears flattening against its head.
Reese approached the thing warily then when she was a feet away she reached forward and with her gun poked it. The thing squeaked and started to shiver. "What the hell are you?"
It didn't answer instead Reese saw its tiny paw reach for her gun. "Hey, don't do--" but instead of batting the gun away the thing touched the muzzle of her gun, "--that."
Reese pulled her gun away, it squeaked. Reese scowled, "I'm not getting a pet. I don't even know what you are."
Impossibly, its eyes widened again and it looked at Reese imploringly, for the first time Reese's kitten-cute proof resolve twitched. Reese's scowl deepened. "I'm not a pet person."