Death by popcorn maker.Kat hummed to herself as she put popcorn in the battered old machine. "God, I hope it doesn't burn down the house," she mumbled. "Not like last time. C'mon you stupid machine!" She smacked the side of it with her open palm. "Katty wants popcorn PRONTO!"
Grudgingly, the little device went to work, though a thin trail of smoke trickled from somewhere in the back.
Kat nodded in triumph. "Good." She walked out of the room and down to the basement to go and flip laundry. She had just finished stuffing the wet stuff into the dryer when her ear flicked. She heard something rattling, and it was coming from the upstairs.
She groaned, got to her feet, and stretched, cricking her neck and swishing her tail in order to get the kinks out of it. She quickly hopped up the rickety stairs and each one squeaked in protest under her weight, even though she wasn't particularly heavy. She chuckled to herself as she imagined what the stairs would think of Koto's weight as she made her way into the kitchen,
I ship so many things I should work in a shipyard.
In 900 years of time and space, I've never met anyone who wasn't important.
If you're like me, and you enjoy a good old fashioned Role-Play, send me a note of what you would like to do, and consider it done.
*I DO take requests. Writing, drawing, anything in my range of ability. It's like the passage above, just send me a note. Ah, and specification, pleASE tell me what you'd like, the genre, story-line, the characters, anything you can do to help me write it The same goes for any drawings. Let me know as much as possible and I'll attempt to finish In a week or less, depending on my time, resources, and my location.
-I'm obsessed with Twenty One Pilots-
Death the pants does not approve
Shigure security service
Never trust a monkey
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(mainly so I don't forget them)