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.
Kara shot up in her and Belfegore's bed, the thuds from below finally chopping past that last nerve. She pulled on a t-shirt and blew down the stairs in a matter of minutes, eyes screwed up slightly from the aggravation of being bothered. Upon looking at Kik near the NOW SCUFFED UP TABLE, she growled slightly, hair scribbling down her shoulders."WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?" Kara snarled dangerously.
The werewolf yelped, blue eyes flying wide, fur standing on end. Her chair clattered against the floor as she bolted upright, wringing her hands together, even as her back end began to wriggle back and fourth. "O-Oooh! Kara! I was just telling Belfe here that he was stupid to have ever kicked his feet up on the table like that, an' how I should kick 'is head in and, wow, you do look beautiful when you're angry, did anyone ever tell you that?"
*h jumped up yelling* Fuck no Kik! Kara, you gotta believe me, I didnt put my feet on the table! I would never do anything that dumb. *he was remembering times when he first met the maid, and her angry bat* Kik is just trying to get me into trouble...
"Oh my GOD. Kara! Belfe is such a liar!" Kik screeched, balling her hands into white-knuckled fists at her sides, "Belfe! Have you no shame!?" She sighed, an exaggerated sound, before leaning towards Kara, cupping one hand to the side of her mouth as her ears flattened against her head, "You know, if you want, I wouldn't mind taking him out back an' beatin' some sense inta the boy Kara, I mean, really, first he ruins the table then he -lies- about it? I'll teach 'im a lesson. I'll teach 'im good."