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KITTY Tommy
Tommy woke up late, got the feel of it before he even opened his eyes. His head was disgustingly heavy… Damn, why had he been drinking at all yesterday? Where does that smell come from in their bedroom? Anis... Fox can't stand this stench... Opening his eyes, which also ached, he rubbed his temples and rolled onto his side with a sigh. If Kitty is at home, ridicule cannot be avoided ... Tom froze, afraid to move, as if he saw next to him at least a viper. Dark, long, glossy strands scattered over the pillow could not belong to his Kitsune.“Tom, just for an hour, huh?” You became a bore, so she trained you! You don't jump through the hoop on cotton?- Don't talk nonsense ... I just want to go home. We have a child.You might think there is no one to look after him.- There is. I miss you already,” Tom smiled, as if justifying himself to his bass player for being so domesticated.- Well, let's go ... Call her, is this a problem? Under-the-blue…- Shut up, huh?Reeling back from the sle
KITTY Pay
Kitty ... baby, I have to tell you something ... - Tom, gathering his willpower into a fist and fighting off Austin, who was about to jump into his arms, found the courage to start a difficult conversation from the threshold. Better he himself ... than the well-wishers report. Moreover, judging by the knitted eyebrows and the ragged rhythm beaten off by her nails on the tabletop, she already knows about it ... Lou did pass, jealous goat?! It is even strange that he does not meet, with his nose turned up and his entire reserve of contempt and superiority rolled out onto his face. Kit must have asked to be left alone… he himself would hardly have refused the pleasure of seeing his auto-da-fé*.Looking at her while she looks at the damned photos, there is no strength. So Tom studies the patterns on her fluffy knitted socks. Good socks, warm… March is dank in Manchester. The socks are good. And he's an asshole. Maybe even an unmarried asshole. Free as a snot in flight. And no access to th
KITTY “Goodbye, friend…”
Luis managed to arrive before Rosvo's body was packed in a plastic bag to be taken away for an autopsy. Kitty was sitting beside him on the wet pavement, her big head on her knees. Blood was still beginning to thicken from her bared mouth onto her jeans. Tom, clutching the roaring Tapi to his chest, was talking to the constable, trying not to let his beloved out of his sight.- Is he okay? Lou touched the curly little head of his son in a funny eared hat with his palm. Tom nodded briefly.Nightmare. The damn nightmare came back into their lives all at once, in one day... Horror with a nauseating spasm twisted the stomach into a knot. Trying not to look into the dog's glassy eyes, Louis knelt beside him. She wept in silence, large tears flowing down her cheeks, which immediately mixed with a drizzle of rain.- Are you whole? Sun…“Ma'am… I'm sorry, ma'am. I need to pick him up. Excuse me?A constable with a terrible black bag in his hands hovered like a cast statue over Keith. Lou felt
KITTY “Goodbye, friend…”
Luis managed to arrive before Rosvo's body was packed in a plastic bag to be taken away for an autopsy. Kitty was sitting beside him on the wet pavement, her big head on her knees. Blood was still beginning to thicken from her bared mouth onto her jeans. Tom, clutching the roaring Tapi to his chest, was talking to the constable, trying not to let his beloved out of his sight.- Is he okay? Lou touched the curly little head of his son in a funny eared hat with his palm. Tom nodded briefly.Nightmare. The damn nightmare came back into their lives all at once, in one day... Horror with a nauseating spasm twisted the stomach into a knot. Trying not to look into the dog's glassy eyes, Louis knelt beside him. She wept in silence, large tears flowing down her cheeks, which immediately mixed with a drizzle of rain.- Are you whole? Sun…“Ma'am… I'm sorry, ma'am. I need to pick him up. Excuse me?A constable with a terrible black bag in his hands hovered like a cast statue over Keith. Lou felt
KITTY pity Benjamin
Kit slipped out of the warm, softly lit pub and into the street, looking around for a sign that allowed smoking. Fucking Europe... You can't puff on a cigarette without looking back. She did not like to smoke and did it extremely rarely, only willingly, but after all, any prohibition is implicitly annoying, even if it does not concern you directly. Now there was exactly the case when I wanted to pull the burning muck into my lungs all the way without regard for prohibitions.Moving a little away from the harsh light of the lantern, closer to the urn, the girl rummaged through her pockets, fished out a narrow long pack, pressed a cigarette in her plump lips and began to look for a lighter. In vain.“Devil…” she scolded. Why are there so many obstacles on the way to such a simple minute business?!— Called me*? murmured a low male voice behind him. She winced, turning around. His heart pounded painfully in his chest. What a coward she has become ... even the most disgusting. It's just t
KITTY Happy bastard
Since the fifth time? Bravo! Sniper,” Keith laughs, clapping his hands. - If suddenly there is a war, I will keep in mind that with you at least in battle, even in reconnaissance.“The sarcasm from your mouth, milady, hurts to the very heart, immediately and on the spot,” Hank makes a pained face and rolls his eyes theatrically, pressing his hands to his chest.- Oh, bastard...He squints at her with a sly eye:“I might as well die at your feet, hard-hearted woman.- Well, of course. You don’t die from harmless hairpins,” she retorts bitterly."Then shall we celebrate my triumphant cigarette-throwing?"- I understand that a negative answer is not even allowed in thoughts?The guy immediately changes in his face, becomes serious in one moment. Everything, no slyness in the eyes, no smile.“I didn’t mean to impose myself, I’m sorry ... I just thought, once ... Okay, chase me like a mangy dog if I went too far.”I can't, like a dog. I love dogs,” Keith sighs. “Let’s go celebrate… Have
KITTY Kitty again!
“Awesomely cute associations,” Keith chuckles, releasing his finger to wave his hand indignantly. — Santa's team? Cow botalo? Not? Only lepers?— Not only, also a cat collar. Indian girl. Traveling hippie. Chinese shop. Fairy Tinkerbell. Lots of associations. Don't be offended, I like your bells, the way they sound, - he again steps in her way, looking into her eyes. “Now, wherever I hear this sound, I will immediately remember you… Peace?- Okay. Persuaded, - Keith responds, but the outstretched little finger ignores. All he can do is breathe.“Wasn't I right? Now, you are really strict.And a minute later he is already telling how many wives Henry the Eighth, who once owned the lands of the future St. James Park, had, and how many of them he sent to the chopping block.- There is something like a counting rhyme, so as not to get confused: divorced - executed - died, divorced - executed - survived. Children are taught it at school to make it easier to remember.Keith knows history we
KITTY Undisclosed Desires
“Turn away,” she demands sharply, and Hank obediently turns away while she dresses. You could just watch ... and not only ... and suddenly - how you cut it off. Lowering his head, he picks up his clothes scattered on the grass and makes an attempt to pull his tight jeans over his wet body. It turns out badly ... His hands tremble, his knees give way. And not at all because spring in London is not Thailand for you. Oh, what was it? And now what? What's next?Once dressed, Hank turns around, unsure where to look. In the eyes? Perhaps best in the eyes. In the bottomless, with predatory sparks ... almost inhuman. They just had something like that ... and now? A cloud that has run into the moon hides Kitsune's face in a dense shadow, not allowing him to make out his expression. Blood rushes to his cheeks and a new wave of shivers wash over Hank from head to toe. He lowers his gaze, staring at her bare feet.“You are so beautiful…” he says softly, unable to think of anything better. - I…“S
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