Missy "Vista" Biron POV
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I'm sat here in Kitsu's room playing with Kratos. Kitsu asked me to while she's out on patrol.
Watching him pick up sticks with his mouth and move them. Making a ramp into the tote with a strawberry in it.
You know. He is kinda cute. In a dopey, I just am, kind of way. And it is rather interesting, watching him figure stuff out.
Earlier he learned to roll himself over when put on his back. He just tucks the legs of one side in. And waves the other side back and forth.
He's also learned to take full advantage of his unbreakable shell. Making ramps and dropping himself into things or using himself to knock stuff over.
He's finished making the ramp. But, he's grabbing another stick anyway.
I watch in interest as he drops the stick in the tote. A little while later he drops another. And another. And another.
Then he drops himself in.
"Good job." I say and pet his rough black back affectionately.
Kitsu assures me he likes it. Though I don't see how he could. There aren't any nerves in his exoskeleton. At least I don't think so. But she is the one who made him. So, I'm not about to argue it.
And he clearly recognizes the gesture. Seeing as he doesn't move until after I stop petting him.
He's very slow. Kitsu says it's because he has a reduced metabolism and most of the energy goes to his brain. So, he requires a lot of high calorie and protein foods that are easy to break down. Which is why the strawberry is a day old and left out.
She used bigger words, but that's what I was able to understand.
I decide to go ahead and go through some things on my phone while he eats his well earned treat.
As I'm browsing Kitsu's PHO page. Reading a bunch of the comments. Switching over to my page. Seeing a bunch of things I've been tagged in. Most of it cape stuff. I feel Mr. Dallon turn the corner into the hall. As he walks up to Kitsu's door he turns to address me. Dressed in jeans and a red plaid flannel.
"Hey just a heads up." He says. "I'll be mowing the lawn so if you need anything that's where I'll be. Amy's watching some teen drama." He points a thumb down the hall towards the living room.
I know, my power gives a general knowledge of where every living organism in my immediate area is. Well, everything that isn't a plant. Plants are harder to warp and tend to warp themselves back faster than non living things. But they're not impossible like animals and people.
When it comes to my ability to sense others around me, I can't see them. I just have a sense of them being there. Like, a fuzzy orb of static my power can't reach. If I focus on it I can make out more detail of its shape and size. But that's it. Like, I have a field of 'Yes' around me and every living thing in it is a "No". I've been practicing with keeping part of my focus on the sense my power feeds me on Kitsu's insistence. Something about a 'spidey sense' or something.
"Gotcha." I say with a thumbs up.
"What's this?" He asks curiously, gesturing to the tote Kratos is in.
"Oh, Kitsu asked me to keep an eye on him while she's out." I say with a shrug. "Apparently he has enough intelligence to get bored, so she asked me to interact with him for a bit."
"I, don't know how to respond to that." He says with a look of surprise.
"I didn't either." I tell him seriously. "Don't think there is a proper response to learning your girlfriend is casually creating new species."
I knew she was making plants. But, I'dunno, there's just something different about making new plants and making things that move and have brains.
"Fair point." He agrees with a bob of his head.
"Hey um, real quick." I say to get his attention as he turns to leave.
"Hmm? What's up?" He asks as he turns back.
"Um, why doesn't Mrs. Dallon like me?" I ask tentatively.
"Oh, that?" He says dismissively. "I wouldn't take it personally. She has a general distrust of everyone she meets."
"Why?" I can't help but ask.
"That's, not something I can tell you." He says evasively. "Sorry, it's deeply personal."
"Oh, sorry I asked." I apologize.
"It's fine." He says with a wave. "Oh well, lawn won't mow itself. Amy's in the living room. I'll be outside."
"Kay." I say and give a curt wave as he leaves.
*Thunk*
Looking down. I see Kratos had finished his strawberry. And had stacked the sticks so that he could climb to the side of the tote and tip it over to let himself out.
All while I wasn't paying attention.
"How can something so slow be so sneaky?" I ask to no one in particular as I pick him up.
Thank god he can't do anything extra. Like fly or make tools. That'd be a level of intelligence that's just plain scary.
I wonder how Kitsu's faring with that train guy?
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-Meanwhile, North Commercial District-
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Kitsu POV
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"Come on, there's gotta be something else we can do than just sit on our as- butts." He says impatiently. Crossing his arms as he stares down at me expectantly.
"You can cuss around me." I tell him with a roll of my eyes as I but my hands on my hips. "I'm thirteen, not eight."
"Fine. Why are we just sitting on our asses?" He reiterates.
"Language!" I say in offense. Putting a hand to my mouth and pointing to him accusingly.
"You just said." He points out.
"Just because you can doesn't mean you should." I say as I cross my arms and turn from him with a huff. "Besides, you should never cuss around a lady. For shame."
"You're dealing with a child, remember that." He says under his breath.
"Teenager!" I correct.
*Ring*
Hearing the tone, I fish my phone out of my pocket. Not even bothering to check if it's spam or not. A blessing of twenty ten. Phone call spammers aren't really a thing yet. And those that are are so obviously bots that it isn't even funny.
"Hi! This is Kitsu!" I say into the phone.
"This is Kid Win at the console, we have a report of a mugging on one forty seven Rainier avenue." Chris says monotonously.
"Is it Blue Hawk?" I ask in an expectant and hopeful tone. Pleading to whatever deities there are that this was it.
"No, just a normal mugging." Chris informs me. Dashing all hope of my patrol ending early.
The deities seem to want me to suffer a bit longer it seems. Sounds about right, all things considered.
"Then why call me?" I ask, annoyed at the possible implications.
"You wanted console access, down side? Console direction." Chris informs.
That's what I was dreading.
"Okay, why me?" I ask again.
"Because you're a Mover eight and a healer therefore the victims best bet?" He enlightens me.
I, can't argue with that logic. Sadly.
For one, arguing it implies I'm not the best. Can't have that. Two, it's a really good point.
I would also like it known that I'm higher than an eight. My illusionary platforms can move as fast as I can think. And I can enhance my perception so that I can think faster. I just don't have any need to go that far. It's like ordering a first class plane ticket to fly you from the docks to Arcadia.
Unnecessary and just screams overcompensation.
Back on topic!
"I thought Wards were kept out of combat?" I point out. Hoping to get out of dealing with a basic grade mugging.
"You're not a Ward." Chris wisely points out. "Look, someone's getting mugged. Help them?"
"Fine, where is it again?" I ask, having not paid attention.
"Rainier Avenue." Chris repeats.
'At least it's still in the commercial district.' I say internally as I thank the small blessings.
"Alright I'll be right there." I say and hang up.
"Hey, Trainee." I say and look up to the expectant man.
"I'm not a trainee." He says defiantly.
"You are." I reaffirm. "You know where Rainier avenue is?"
"Yeah, five blocks north from the mall." He says plainly with a shrug.
"Good. Meet you there." I say and speed off.
I asked because I didn't know. And my guess of it being in the commercial district was off.
I take off. Jumping up and onto a nearby roof. Landing on the rails with a soft tink. Scaring the shit out of the two guys having a conversation as I do so. I make another leap. Angling myself forward more and creating an invisible cone in front of me to act as a windbreaker.
I keep up this pace. Landing on rooftops and launching myself. Careful not to dent any railings or chip any brickwork with my strength.
My windbreaker illusion proved its worth when a flock of birds flew by me. Rather than hitting me, never a fun experience, they slam into the invisible cone.
Before long, I make it to the mall. Though as I do I notice the blue blur that is likely A-Train zipping around the streets. Rushing past and zigzagging. The only thing missing is the train sound effect.
'God that was so cool.' I think to myself. 'whoever's decision that was needed a raise.'
It sucks that I remember that. But I can't remember ever sitting down and actually watching the show.
I shake the thoughts from head as I head north of the mall. Taking to the streets so as to be able to read the street signs.
Before long I find Rainier Avenue. Right next to the intersection for Rainier street. Because that's not confusing.
Anyway. I listen around. Hearing a commotion further down the street, Avenue. I head down there. No A-Train in sight.
Finding a man frantically holding his side as I see and smell blood.
'Okay, I see the victim.' I think run up next to him.
"Yo, you the guy that got mugged?" I ask as I push the odd group around him.
"The fuck does it look like?" He spits out.
"Well, it looks like you're on the ground with a stab wound and it sounds like you could use some soap in your mouth mister." I say in a disapproving tone as I put my hands on my hips.
"Fuck!" He says.
"Shouldn't you help him?" Rando NPC lady says.
"I'm trying. But he's being rude." I say.
"Aight, I'm here." A-Train says as he finally gets here.
"Who're you?" A random guy asks.
"He's my sidekick for the day." I say without looking up.
"Okay, I'm sorry. Can you, get me to a hospital?" The guy on the ground asks.
"One, not a sidekick. Two, sure thing." He says and goes to pick him up.
"One, not with that attitude." I say and put up a pink hexagonal wall to stop him. "Two, no."
"Why?/Why?" Both he and the guy say.
Before I can answer. A-Train decides he doesn't need an explanation and runs around my wall.
Enhancing my perception. I dispel the first wall and conjure a bar to clothesline him.
*Krssht*
Only to have it shatter as A-Train moves past it.
'So he has enhanced durability while moving.' I realize. 'Making him less of a pure mover and more of a mover/breaker combo.'
Seeing him still reach out for the guy. I shoot my hand forward and grab his face. Activating my zero knockback instead of my strength to save on energy. Pulling him back right as his speed is cut off and he's forced back with my then enhanced strength.
He falls back with a yelp of surprise. Clearly not expecting me to just, nope his speed like that.
"To answer your question, it's because I can just heal you." I say, turning back to the injured man.
"Oh." He says. "Please?"
"Sure!" I say and grab his face. It's nothing serious. Literally just a flesh wound.
"You're good." I say after healing him and go to check on A-Train.
Ignoring the guy vocalizing his confusion. I walk to A-Train with a false sweetness in my demeanor. Reaching him I observe his current state. Hands on his hips, he looks upset.
Too bad.
"The hell was that?" He says in a hushed tone as he gestures to the scene we just walked away from.
"That was what I do." I say simply. Not really understanding what he meant.
"What, make me look like a fool?" He asks.
"I didn't make you look like anything you aren't." I say sincerely with a perfect smile.
"Call your parents." He demands.
"Excuse me?" I ask.
"I wanna work with real heroes." He says. "Not juniors."
"Well, too bad." I say as I start bouncing on my heals. "I'm all you get today."
"I'm being serious he says with a roll of his eyes.
"So am I." I say as I restrain my annoyance.
Oh! I hear sirens. Cops are almost here.
"Why?" He presses on.
"Mom's at work, Amy and Vicky are grounded and even then Amy refuses to fight, Dad has to watch the house, Aunt Sarah has work, Uncle Neil is still getting things sorted at his job after Carnage killed his boss, Crystal has a date and after that she's got a college interview, and that leaves Eric." I start going off as I count on my fingers.
Yes, I keep track of what of everyone is doing as best I can.
"Call him then." He demands.
"Who's fourteen and is needed to watch the Pelham house." I finish.
"Fuck's sake." He says in exasperation as he turns away and shakes his head. Disappointment and frustration clear in his every move.
"Language!"
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-Meanwhile, Trainyard, The Mechanics shop-
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Steve "The Mechanic" Pappagallo POV
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*POP*
"Fuck!" I curse as I slide out from under the car. Coughing and hacking up the foul smoke I just inhaled.
'Make a boat he said!' I mock in my head. 'I don't make boats, I enhance cars. I tell him.'
Enhance a boat to be a car. Okay. Like it's that simple! I've been trying to do that since the one car fell into the pond!
Everything's been pissing me off. From asinine requests to the fact that it just won't work!
"Fuck I need a drink." I say as I get to my feet.
Walking to the mini fridge that I keep stocked. I open it and grab a bottle of vodka.
"Sheesh. Vodka?" I hear from the door.
Turning to it I see Stefan leaning on the doorframe with his arms crossed. Whole and healthy.
Yeah, we found out his breaker state sort of, resets everything in him. His heart, nervous system, everything. Explains why he's never sick. Guy gets a system reset every time he gets high.
Which is hourly.
"Only reason someone drinks vodka is if they hate their lives." He says as he pushes off the door.
"Pretty sure several Russians would take offense to that." I retort as I twist the cap off.
"Have you been to Russia?" He says as he walks with purpose. "I guarantee they made the stuff to express their self hatred."
"Have you been to Russia?" I ask as I down the liquid fire.
"No, but I, ah damn." He stops as I drink. "You're really downing that shit. Shit, not even a flinch?"
"Nope." I say as I wipe my mouth.
"Fuck, and people tell me I have an addiction." He says.
"It's not an addiction." I say as I put the bottle back.
"That's what I say." He says with a smile as he gestures to himself dramatically. "An addiction is a need! No! I have a desire! I make the choice."
"Uh huh." I say and just nod.
"Addiction leaves you unable to choose! No! I don't need cocaine. I want! Cocaine." He continues.
"Let me guess, you can quit any ti-" I roll my eyes as I start.
"NO!" He cuts me off. "I'll never quit. I choose to my life how I desire. And I desire that never ending euphoria. I won't quit whenever I want because I'll never want to." H says, getting closer with each emphasized word.
"O, kay then." I say tentatively. "Why'd you come here?" I ask with a shake of my head.
"I came to check on you of course!" He says, switching tones as though he didn't just go on a rant. "Well, your progress, but the thought is there."
"Pfft, course that's what it is." I say with a roll of my eyes. "Tell Joey that the car's not coming along."
"He's not gonna like that Stevie boy." Stefan says challengingly.
"Tell him he can take his likes and dislikes and shove'em." I say as I look to my tool table. "It is what it is, and what it is, is that I don't have the proper materials."
"How do you mean?" He says and steps over to look at my table with me. "If it's materials you need." He leaves the rest in the air.
"It's less materials and more the proper tools." I say. "Best I got here is a welding torch. No precision, no specialty items, nothing!"
I basically inherited Squealer's shit. And she only kept the bare essentials needed to jerryrig scrap together. Hell, I'm certain she wasn't even an actual mechanic. Just used her Tinker powers to do all the work. It'd explain why she never made anything noteworthy.
"I need to make a hull, yet all I have is a basic car jack. I need it watertight, yet I don't have any hydrophobic material. I need to make it fast in the water, but to do that I need a-" I rant off my frustrations.
After a good few minutes I finish my rant, knowing Stefan paid attention to none of it. I go back to the mini fridge and I down another few gulps of Smirnoff.
"Well, most of that stuff can probably be found in the boat graveyard." He says as he leans back against my tool table. Arms crossed as he thinks.
"Yeah, it can." I agree with him. "And I've been trying to get to ish. But tha fuggin, fucking, fuck! The hard parsh getting it back here!"
Scarecrow wants us to keep this as subtle as possible. And toeing a goddamn boat an eighth of the way through city isn't exactly a "quiet" process.
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-Commercial District, 3pm-
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Kitsu POV
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*Ring*
Reaching my hand into my pocket. I check my phone to see it's a text from Missy.
(Wen r u getting back?)-M
"Alright, I'm heading back home." I say and get up to leave.
"What?" A-Train asks. "Jus like that. We haven't even caught site of the bastard!"
I don't see why he's getting so uppity. We've stopped five muggings, two carjacking's, three robberies, and one attempted rape. That should be enough for him.
"We've been out here for nearly five hours." I say, turning to the impatient dickhead. "And I kinda rescheduled my day to accommodate you. I was going to spend the day with my girlfriend doing arts and crafts and playing with my pet beetle."
I bought a stepping stone arts and crafts kit. And a handbag arts and crafts. All with my money from my allowance!
"So what, all this is just an inconvenience to you?!" He asks as he tosses his arms out. "Does the fact that a racist cape is out there crippling and killing people not matter enough?!"
'Blue Hawk attacked someone he loves.' I realize.
There's no other reason for him to get this, confrontational over it. He has someone he loves, who'll never be the same because of Blue Hawk.
Even so. An explanation does not equal justification.
That or his conflict drive is acting up.
[Negative]
'Oh, you're here.' I recognize [Conduit]
Which means that A-Train isn't a natural trigger. He's a cauldron vial.
So many red flags are now blaring in my head.
"Let me put this into perspective." I say irritably. "You have a day scheduled, one with your loved one. Then some rando NPC shows up in your house! Saying they want to join your quest. So, you be nice and let them."
"That's-"
"I'm not done blue balls!" I cut him off as I glare up at him, suddenly far more on edge now as I go through everything in my head. "Then! When you're out. All you hear is, where is Blue Hawk? Why haven't we found Blue Hawk? When will we find Blue Hawk? How is Blue Hawk not out today?! What is Blue Hawk doing?!" I pant, ending my rant. Gaining the eyes of several onlookers.
He opens his mouth, trying to find something to say. Either to refute me, or justify himself.
"What are you going to do when you find him?" I ask.
He doesn't say anything.
"You know killing him will just put you on the villains list right?" I say.
"I never said I'd kill him!" He denies.
"You didn't have to." I say and turn us both invisible.
Enhancing my perception, speed, and strength. I grab his hand, turn of his motor neurons, and make an invisible platform to fly us up and to a nearby tall building.
I look around the roof. Spotting four security cameras, I make illusionary planes form in their joints and expand. Forcing them to fall onto the ground. Broken and off. Without any cleave lines to indicate a cut.
I drop the invisibility and hold him over the edge of the building. Reactivating his motor neurons.
"Don't lie to me Reginald." I say as hold him by his collar.
"How, how did you?" He starts in surprise.
"My Thinker power. A nuisance that I have zero control over." I tell him. "It really likes giving the unwritten rules a middle finger."
"Where is this coming from?" He says in a panic, deciding to focus on the important thing.
"Honestly? You're just on my last nerve." I tell him. "That and I don't trust you. And before you say it's a race thing, It's not, I don't trust that you won't kill Blue Hawk when we find him. So until you get whatever it is your messed up noggin under control, I'm putting an end to this team up."
I'm going for a clean sweep of the Empire here. Can't do that if he flies off the rails and decides killing Blue Hawk is worth whatever consequence it brings. And I'm trying to scare him off.
"Why would you be doing this? You're supposed to be a hero!" He says through gritted teeth.
"You're right." I concede. "And right now you're looking mighty villainous."
That, scares him even more. As it should.
I heft him over and toss him onto the roof. He lands on his side with a bounce as he catches himself. In a blur of movement he's back on his feet.
"That's it?" He says in frustration. "You just gonna give up?! What about Stormtiger? You got him in a day!" He accuses.
"Stormtiger didn't go to ground as soon I made my post." I reply.
I'm two seconds from ditching him. His hyper fixation on Blue Hawk and the knowledge he's a vial cape don't paint a pretty picture. And if I know anything! It's to not get mixed up with cauldron.
"Well the maybe you shouldn't go posting who you're after on the fucking internet!" He yells.
"You're right." I concede. "That way I wouldn't get people like you at my doorstep." I say let myself fall over the railing. Turning invisible as I do.
I catch myself on a platform not ten feet as I watch him rush to the edge. Looking over frantically for me before pushing back up.
I hover back up and place myself back on the edge to observe him. Watching as he runs his hands over his shaved head. Pacing back and forth around the roof. Before taking his blacked out sports goggles and tossing them aside against the roof access door. Screaming in anger and frustration as he does so.
He stares at the goggles he threw across the roof. Before going back over a picking them up. Putting them back on and leaning against the brick. Sliding down to a sitting position as he does.
Best way to see what someone's about? Leave them to their own devices and watch what they do when they think no one's looking. And so far this is telling.
He's desperate, and frustrated.
Not my problem.
As I turn to leave. I'm stopped by the sound of him, laughing?
Looking back, I see he has his head in his hands. His chest heaving as he gives out pitiful chuckles.
"Ha, fuckin' course you'd screw this up." He says to no one in particular. "Wouldn't be the first, fuck up. First Nate, then that damn website, then your scholarship, now this?"
At this point I'm just curious. Watching him as he takes his goggles off to start crying.
If he's doing this to gain my sympathy in the off chance that he thinks I'm still here. Then I applaud his commitment because for fuck's sake it's working!
I slowly walk over to him. Careful not to make a sound. Before long I'm standing in front of him. With him none the wiser. I wait for him to finish crying before kicking his shin.
"What the!" He shouts in surprise as he shoots straight up. Smacking his head into the bricks behind him. "Aargh!"
"Get your issues in order, then come back." I say before turning around. "And hurry up. I'm not putting my hunt on hold just so you can take your time. If I find him before you're good to go. Then that's on you."
I give a single super powered jump to leave the building behind. Heading home and putting A-Train behind me.
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Bonus The good ending Kitsu X Missy final
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Non-Canon
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Missy "Vista" Biron POV
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Throwing the sheets into the washer, I can't help but reflect on my day. Had a good breakfast, made by Kitsu. Me and her spent time together. She made me my lunch for the day. Went to school, suffered. Came home, was greeted by my adorable little snuggle bug. Though today she was my sexy little vixen.
She's so perfect. Sometimes I can't help but think she's too good for me. She's a world renown figure in several fields. And here I am. Just a Shaker nine hoping to get promoted to second in command of the city.
'Is this how Legend's husband feels? Maybe. Probably not. Legend can take of the mask and just become Keith whenever they're together. Kitsu can't.' I ponder as I sit in the laundry room of the apartment complex.
"Well if it isn't the resident troublemaker." I hear the familiar grumpy voice of one of my neighbors as I'm contemplating my life.
"What do you want Logan." I state more than ask.
"Just wanted to use the washer, but it's clearly taken." He says grumpily. "Now I have to sit and wait for you to finish."
Logan is a middle aged man of average height. Grouchy as all hell and hates me. Mostly because I'm 'A suspicious character.' What with the fact that I leave for irregular times, and my girlfriend, that no one in the apartment has ever seen. But have definitely heard.
"If you wanted to use the washer and dryer, then you should put in a scheduled time on the sheet. Instead of always just coming in during the free hours." I point out.
"Well if some people didn't fuck like rabbits then they wouldn't be in the laundry room using up the free hours so much!" He complains. "I've put in five noise complaints because of you! And for some reason they never get addressed!"
'That's because the PRT doesn't want to piss off Kitsu.' I think bitterly as my face heats up in a mix of anger and embarrassment.
The building is own by shell company for the PRT. And they're well aware of who I am and who my girlfriend is. Though I can't say anything about the noise complaint.
Because they're true.
Kitsu is not a quiet partner. Even when she tries, she can't help but give out rewarding little squeaks and gasps of pleasure. Honestly it makes the experience that much better. And probably why I jump her so often. Well, that and that ass.
"Maybe it's because you're the only one putting in the complaints?" I ask in a pointed manner as the washer dings.
When it's Kitsu's turn for laundry she just puts the sheets in a bag and runs to her house.
Just ignoring Logan's inane rambling as I finish my laundry and head back to my apartment. I step out of the laundry room to see three more people waiting. At least they have the decency to wait outside.
I pass them as I walk by.
"Ignore him sweetie." Mrs. Granner says as I pass. "He's just jealous that he can't get any."
"Lady, you are gem." I say as I can't help but laugh at the out of pocket statement.
Mrs. Granner and her husband are an elderly couple. And not the grouchy, 'Why back in my day!' kind. More the, 'Kids will be kids, let them have fun while they can afford to.' Kind.
"Oh I know, my Lenny lets me know how priceless I am all the time!" She barks out.
Most of the people here are chill like that. Logan's the exception. And he should be grateful Kitsu's never been around to hear him sass me.
Last guy mysteriously wound up in the middle of the woods for three days before magically finding himself in the hospital. Not like that! He was just dropped into the woods naked and then after three days was in the middle of the hospitals reception room. Naked.
That was funny. Mostly because he deserved it.
Thinking on all the residents here has me thinking about when I'll move out. There are a few here I'll miss. Mr. and Mrs. Granner being chief among them.
Personally I don't mind apartment life. It's quaint. But I want to be able to spend more of my time freely with Kitsu. And we can't do that here.
That four million trust fund is going directly into a house. And since I have over eight years experience before the age of twenty. I'm making a good five hundred thousand a year. Salary.
I've already been looking at houses, Kitsu doesn't care about the house so long as it's spacious with a large yard. She's honestly rather minimalist compared to most. She doesn't really care for material possessions. Only caring for things with sentimental value. Souvenirs and stuff like that. She chalks it up to her life before moving in with her family. Always on the run and not being to really keep hold of anything you can't physically carry everywhere.
Me? I have a storage unit ready to be unlocked the moment I move out.
I'm also wanting a spacious house with a big yard. Mostly so I can spend more time with Skippy. Kitsu loves him like a son. The same way some families treat their pets like family. And I love him too. He's just the most precious thing ever!
I never got it until she spent several months making Skippy. All that effort into raising and caring for something? You can't help but get attached. Which is why it hurt so much when Cocytus killed Kratos.
Kitsu is currently working on making a species of reptile similar to Skippy. But, lesser. She calls them Cyclizars. Mostly because their throat pouches and tails make them look like bikes when they run. Similar to Skippy.
There's a whole sciency reason behind why he does that. But I just think Kitsu made it that way because it looks silly.
I make it back to my apartment and head to the couch. Folding the sheets and various other clothes. As I'm folding my underwear I can't help but laugh at remembering back when we first got together.
God! I was so infatuated with her. I had bought her line of underwear on a whim. And well, one thing happened that lead to another. And she saw me wearing said underwear.
Ugh! That was embarrassing. But the way Kitsu was stuttering and blushing. Her tail twitching and ears splayed back. Which I came to learn was a mix of embarrassment and arousal.
I can't wait for our wedding.
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Kitsu Dallon POV
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"I'm home!" I call out as I step through the door.
"Rooughuuo!" I hear Skippy call out.
I open my arms in anticipation. Watching happily as he bounds the corner down the hall and runs past the stairs into my waiting arms.
I have to activate my immovable power to catch him. Otherwise he'll barrel me through the door.
Yeah, I changed the name. Zero knockback is just a mouthful and not as easy to say.
He rears up crashes his chest into me. Nuzzling the bottom of his jaw into the top of my head.
"Roouu!" He coos as I catch him.
"Did you miss your mommy?" I coo back as I scratch his sides.
"Rououou~" He huffs as he reels back. Going back to all fours in front of me.
"Yes you did!" I coo and scratch his cheeks. "Yes you did!"
He starts licking my face in response. Thankfully I gave him a dry tongue. Only salivating when his mouth gets too dry or for when he eats.
He's a decent size. Six hundred and some odd change of pounds in pure muscle and over eight feet tall when reared up.
Yeah, there's a reason only I walk him. His throat sack fills with air when he runs to store as much oxygen as possible. His tail curling up to keep him from whacking everything and everyone when he runs. And it makes him look like a bike even though he still runs on all fours.
His heart is four chambered as opposed to the standard three chambered heart reptiles have. Allowing for more efficient movement of blood and making it so that he doesn't need to rest as often. And unlike reptiles. His brain contains more subdivisions and a more developed frontal lobe. Making him have the emotional intelligence similar to that of a dog.
I'm working on getting his littler cousins, the Cyclizars, approved. But even with my influence. It's a tough battle.
I've given them zero hunting instincts. No natural weapons. And an inability to reproduce on their own. They work on a pheromone system and lack the ability to produce the pheromones needed to initiate their own reproductive cycles.
Making it impossible for them to survive in the wild.
They're playful and silly like Skippy. But lack his protective instinct. So the odds of one of them intentionally hurting someone is lower than that of, well, name a breed of dog.
I've already made a post on PHO that if people buy them just to eat them I will pursue actions against them.
Not legal actions mind you. But I couldn't say that online.
"Alright, wanna go for a walk?" I say, slapping my hands to my knees and put my face to his.
"Urouo?!" He crouches excitedly. His tail curling in and his feathers splaying back in preparation.
"Yeah!" I say excitedly. "Go getcha chain!"
"Rooooooooouoouououuuuo!" He shouts excitedly as he runs down the hall.
In a few seconds he starts running back. The sounds a clinking metal as he trots back. Knowing not to run while carrying his chain lest he throw it everywhere in his excitement and put dents in the walls and floors.
Again.
"Good boy." I praise as I take the chain and wrap it around his neck. Clipping it and turning to the door.
I grab the knob. Turning it and looking back to him.
Opening it slowly.
"Ah, aaah!" I tease. His eyes darting between me and the door.
"Hmm, maybe later." I say and go to close it.
"Ooour." Skippy whines, headbutting my side in annoyance as though to say. Come on!
"Alright." I say with a laugh and open the door.
Skippy wordlessly bounds off out the door with me following. Closing the door behind me with my illusions.
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