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 fell off the couch, and began following Belfegore. Grabbing his hand on the way up the stairs, they both went to bed. Together.((AWW. LAMER ENDING.))
((HA HA. SO LAME. XDDD ))