Kik let loose a low sigh from her vantage point on the kitchen counter, barefooted and clad in a pair of simple gray sweatpants and black tank top, wrists resting lightly atop her bent knees. "Sheesh..." She exhaled sharply, ragged bangs fluttering, before settling over her for once, glasses-less eyes. The weather conditions weren't favorable for going outside- not in the least bit so. Gray skies, fog- no sounds other than the occasional crow cawing. The youth's ears perked, piercings clinking together before coming to a rest against short fur once again. "Tch..." Kik hated being alone on days like these.
Uh... happened like, a few weeks back.( Kara is so the mom in this establishment.Collapse )
She was bored, hungry, had cramps and deathly, deathly alone. All in all, things weren't looking so bright for the werewolf currently. With a scowl and a flattening of her ears, Kik kicked one nazi-booted foot up onto the kitchen tabletop, causing the ever-present ashtray to jump slightly. "I was only fifteen years old, but I'd never felt so free~" She sighed out, a half-assed attempt at singing out loud. Half a sigh, half a growl rumbled up from the girl's chest to her throat, past her lips, and furrowing her brows, her booted heel came down onto the table again. THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD. Over and over again the boot came thudding down, the thought of what Kara would do for scuffing up the kitchen table never once crossing her mind.