Kenzi's life had taken a turn for the exhausting. So many places to sneak into! So much food to walk off with! So many people to snicker at! .... so she was taking a nap today. All day was Nap Day, if you asked her
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"Hey, scat!" Roland had been even grumpier with the poor cat of late. He'd half-decided it was responsible for his missing harp. He waved the neck of his guitar at it, though not nearly enough to actually touch the animal. He'd learned his lesson with Tom back in Toronto; cats had far too many pointy bits to try and pick a real fight with.
He went to sit down on the opposite end of the couch from Zenkie, already picking out some scales as he thought over what he might want to play. Something cheerful. The island seemed to need cheerful, just now.
Zenkie growled at Roland, who was an annoying person who would not worship her properly. How could he sit there when her Girl was using the couch and not there at the same time?!
Kenzi woke up as something sat on her feet, and kicked. "Hey!"
Taking the ring off would've helped there. She was too tired to think of it.
Roland jumped back up, hands going discordant on the guitar. "What the --!" He narrowed his eyes, scowling at the bed. Fandom hadn't proven itself to be full of littles, but he wouldn't put it past them --
Ah, no, that was definitely some Russian influenced rock going on on that couch.
"Yeah?" Kenzi pulled her feet back, curling into a ball. A depression on the couch where she was deepened. "'M sleeping. Go practice in the park, dude."
Zenkie decided to walk across Kenzi on her way to the couch back, paws pausing in mid-air and she looked down. Weird.
"Are you a ghost?" Roland didn't think she was a ghost? But he wasn't really a professional in that area. He reached out to poke . . . somewhere next to the cat. "Oh god, you didn't die and not tell us, right?"
"I would totally tell you!" Kenzi argued back, then swatted at him as she settled Zenkie on her chest. "I'm..." Now awake enough to realize what she was doing. Mostly. "Uhhhh." She took the ring off, but kept it concealed in her hand, ready to re-don it. "'Sup, dude?"
Roland scowled at her, clearly not satisfied with that answer. Her music was . . . off, but he couldn't quite pinpoint what it was. A minor undercurrent. Interesting, but also kind of disturbing.
"It's not awesome to take invisible naps where people might want to sit," he said finally. "And I think you made your cat angry."
"Did not," Kenzi sulked. "That was you. And it's a couch. It's for napping. When you're tired and you want to see things going on at the same time." She glared at him. "I do what I want!"
You're not her boss, Roland! Lots of people were, but not you!
He went to sit down on the opposite end of the couch from Zenkie, already picking out some scales as he thought over what he might want to play. Something cheerful. The island seemed to need cheerful, just now.
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Kenzi woke up as something sat on her feet, and kicked. "Hey!"
Taking the ring off would've helped there. She was too tired to think of it.
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Ah, no, that was definitely some Russian influenced rock going on on that couch.
"Kenzi?"
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Zenkie decided to walk across Kenzi on her way to the couch back, paws pausing in mid-air and she looked down. Weird.
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"Why are you invisible?!"
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"Zenkie, c'mon..." Kenzi reached for her cat, holding her up in the air. "I'm invisible because I'm awesome. Right, kitty?"
Zenkie gave a dubious meow, lashing her tail.
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"Are you a ghost?" Roland didn't think she was a ghost? But he wasn't really a professional in that area. He reached out to poke . . . somewhere next to the cat. "Oh god, you didn't die and not tell us, right?"
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This probably would've been more convincing if she were a little more awake, less tense, and not looking wiped out.
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"It's not awesome to take invisible naps where people might want to sit," he said finally. "And I think you made your cat angry."
No, that bit would have been Roland's fault.
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You're not her boss, Roland! Lots of people were, but not you!
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. . . That was dumb. She lived here. Why would she need to spy?
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Maaaaybe?
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