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.
*he watched her turn away, and head downstairs, and when she stopped to have the final say, he really felt like the worlds biggest jerk* I-I'm sorry Kara... I always want to be around for you, and Kik, and *he threw his hands up for this last part* this bar! I mean, what else do I have? *he then turned and headed up the opposite set of stairs, because he didnt feel like arguing with her anymore right now*