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.
"Since I get woken up in the middle of naps!" Kenzi felt a little proud of herself at how well she'd deflected this argument. "It's a Saturday! I'm not working! Why shouldn't I sleep on MY OWN couch?"
Kenzi, Bo picked out that couch. You just tried to name it Carl.
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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He wasn't pouting. Pouting was undignified.
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That's right, Roland, are you paying rent on this couch?
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Kenzi, Bo picked out that couch. You just tried to name it Carl.
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He wasn't letting that go any time soon.
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Dammit.
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Any guilt she'd had about swiping his harp was now totally forgotten. She won, he lost, so sad too bad hahahaah.
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