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.
Kik snorted, making sure to give the table top one scuff before dropping her foot back to the ground. "Tch, no it ain't. It's my table, I paid for it Bel-fe-gore." She rolled her eyes, using scratching at an ankle with one boot toe. "I ain't afraid of her you know." She added, though, the way her eyes darted to each staircase begged to differ.
Whats the matter Kik? Didnt ya miss me? I've been gone for a while now ya know...*he put on a fake pout, and plopped into a chair* I missed you, and Kara... How is she by the way? Has she been around? She wasnt here last time I was.