Katz laid dazed on the floor, both from the rush adrenaline and because Pinkamena had slammed his head on the ground. After a moment, he get his senses back, and bounded blindly after her, “Wait,” He shouted down the hall, “Get your pretty pink ass back here!”
“You’ll have to catch me first!” she teased. Pinkamena made a sharp turn through the kitchen, snatched something off the table, and hid behind the door of the next room to wait.
Katz attempted to follower her but lost traction at the turn when a rug slid out from under him. He opened his mouth to yell in surprise but was silenced when his teeth bit into door frame as his body tried to continue down the hall without him. He fell to the ground with a loud thud, leaving a set of scrapes on the wall in the shape of his teeth.
His claws tapped a nervous rhythm on the table, “That it i- wait, really? Uhm, what else?”
“Twenty-seven days til Gummy’s birthday.”
“Right, right, Uhm…” He sat there in silence for a nearly a full minute, watching Pinkamena’s unwavering grin bare down on him, before the tension finally got to him. In the blink of an eye, Katz sprung from his seat, wrapping his legs around Pinkamena’s waist and gripping her collar with his face pressed against hers, “WHAT ARE YOU HIDING!?”
Pinkamena yelped but even after she hit the floor, she was still beaming like a kid in a candy shop. A playful peck on the nose was made before she flipped him over and whispered a taunt in his ear, very quietly. “April Fooool’s, Katzyyyy~”
She kissed him again, longer and on the lips, then ran away giggling to plot the day’s prankery.
Katz laid dazed on the floor, both from the rush adrenaline and because Pinkamena had slammed his head on the ground. After a moment, he get his senses back, and bounded blindly after her, “Wait,” He shouted down the hall, “Get your pretty pink ass back here!”
His claws tapped a nervous rhythm on the table, “That it i- wait, really? Uhm, what else?”
“Twenty-seven days til Gummy’s birthday.”
“Right, right, Uhm…” He sat there in silence for a nearly a full minute, watching Pinkamena’s unwavering grin bare down on him, before the tension finally got to him. In the blink of an eye, Katz sprung from his seat, wrapping his legs around Pinkamena’s waist and gripping her collar with his face pressed against hers, “WHAT ARE YOU HIDING!?”
“… Shhhhhhit, what day is it?”
“It’s Monday, silly! Why~?”
“… Oh… No reason.” Katz swallowed hard, “What day of the month?”
She grinned. “April first.”
“Yes, and… uhm… what is the significance of that, again?”
“The ninety-first day of the year.”
“Ehem,” Katz’s tail wrapped nervously around his his arm, “Yes, I suppose it is. Is that all?”
“Edible Book Day.”
His claws tapped a nervous rhythm on the table, “That it i- wait, really? Uhm, what else?”
“… Shhhhhhit, what day is it?”
“It’s Monday, silly! Why~?”
“… Oh… No reason.” Katz swallowed hard, “What day of the month?”
She grinned. “April first.”
“Yes, and… uhm… what is the significance of that, again?”
“The ninety-first day of the year.”
“Ehem,” Katz’s tail wrapped nervously around his his arm, “Yes, I suppose it is. Is that all?”
“… Shhhhhhit, what day is it?”
“It’s Monday, silly! Why~?”
“… Oh… No reason.” Katz swallowed hard, “What day of the month?”
She grinned. “April first.”
“Yes, and… uhm… what is the significance of that, again?”
“… Shhhhhhit, what day is it?”
“It’s Monday, silly! Why~?”
“… Oh… No reason.” Katz swallowed hard, “What day of the month?”
hendricksandtheassociates asked:
Mathew plucked the key from the counter as if its continued resting would render it hostile. Spinning it in his hand, he offered a thank you and made his way up the stairs of the dark motel.
Katz merely watched him disappear up the stairs before wondering out loud, “… Do we have termites?”
hendricksandtheassociates asked:
"There was a maid?" Matthew glanced about and scratched his head. "I don't believe I have anything that isn't already accounted for. I'll just be on my way up if that's alright. It's merely at the top correct? An elevator in the vicinity? And if you wouldn't mind the key?"
His lip rose in an almost imperceptible snarl. “Right. The key.” He took one old looking copper key from a wooden plaque covered in tiny hooks, from which almost fifty identical keys hung, and dropped it on the counter as if he was reluctant to give it up.
hendricksandtheassociates asked:
"Very well, if that is what is required." Repeating the proper steps, Matthew placed another hundred dollar bill on the counter before replacing his belongings once more. "I take it this shall cover the costs, then?"
“Hmhm, indeed.” With some sleight of hand, the two hundred dollar bills seemed to vanish as he slid them across the counter with his claw. “Is there anything else the maid can help you with?”
