A Day to Lounge ((Abandoned/Done))

[Kitrina]

Kitrina's torso was somewhat upside-down from where she lay on her back, legs over the roof of the broken car, back and head down the back window, tip of her ears barely touching the trunk, eyes having fallen shut though she wasn't asleep. She kept her arms crossed around her waist, partly because it was comfortable, and partly to keep the black boy's undershirt she was currently using as a tanktop from sliding up and showcasing her stomach. The neckline was another story, and gravity took it's toll but not enough to be considered indecent.

[kamaria]

Kamaria was attempting a balancing act on the fence behind the broken car, but, being the clutz that she is, miss-stepped. She fell down onto the car, landing next to Kitrina with an audible thump. Ow.

"Well, wasn't that graceful," she said, chuckling a little at herself.

[Kitrina]

The movement drew Kitrina upright, looking to her side frantically a moment before she offered a simple snort. "Divine. I envy that talent." Not that Kitrina spent too much time on balance, wasn't one for aerials, or really anything in a way, but she ran. And could run well. Or at least decently.

Always good at running...

Kitrina shifted her weight again, somewhat trying to smooth out her shirt over the waistband of her jeans before turning on her stomach, arms folding beneath her head, chin resting in the crook.

"What were you doing back there anyway?"

[kamaria]

Kamaria snorted. Divine, indeed.

She shifted over onto her stomach, mimicking Kitrina's pose, toes pointing up in the air, loose jeans-legs slipping down past her ankles a bit. She liked lounging about on the car, it was a good spot.

"Nothing much. Exercising my non-existent balance."

[Kitrina]

"You should do that closer to the ground. We'd do that in the states on a pipe, or curb, or something. Not a rickety fence in a Goddamn junkyard. God..."

A tiny snort was offered accompanying the shake of her head.

[kamaria]

"Well, look who's got her grump on," Kamaria teased, poking her tongue out at the grey queen.

She stretched and rolled over onto her back, basking in the sunlight. It was a really rather lovely day.

[Kitrina]

"Oh, so it's my fault? Ha. I was concentrating." Still, the words weren't offered with as much power as they had previously, eyes shifting to glance at her companion. Sometimes it was nice to speak with another rather than self-inflicted isolation.

The Jellicles, really, weren't so bad when she took the time to consider them.

[kamaria]

Kamaria grinned.

"That's more like it, grumpy girl," she said, giving Kitrina's shoulder a gentle shove.

She couldn't quite figure Kitrina out most of the time, but that made her all the more interesting.

[Kitrina]

"Hey!" she protested, though a smirk came to her face indeed as she somewhat pounced the other cat, lying crossways over her, laughing a tiny bit in the gesture with a tiny yawn. "Grumpy my ass, Miss Perky." With that, she gave Kamaria a hard poke in the side with her index finger.

[kamaria]

Kamaria grinned when Kitrina smirked, and let out a laugh when she got pounced. Victory, she got Kitrina out of her shell just a little bit!

The poke made Kamaria squeak loudly, though.

"Aaaagh! I'm ticklish!" she squealed, squirming under the grey cat.

[Kitrina]

"Good. Be ticklish. You know, in America we're not ticklish," she relatively bullshitted, shifting her weight to use both paws, fingers wriggling to continue to assault the other's sides as she rolled next to her, giving a faux-bored yawn.

[kamaria]

"Ha. I may be gullible, but I'm not that gulliblwaugh!" she cut short with a squeal, squirming and flailing as Kitrina tickled her. Kamaria was very, very ticklish.

[Kitrina]

The tickling didn't relenquish as Kitrina grinned, sticking out her tongue to the other, wagging it a bit in mockery before she more suddenly stopped and yawned. "Boring," she taunted once more, allowing herself to lie back and slid over the windshied as she did previously, paws shoving the base of her shirt beneath her jeans so that she could let her arms hang freely.

[flashgordon]

Curiosity.

Munkustrap peeked out from where he had been on his patrolling line, ear pricked curiously at the sound of laughing. They weren't kittens, so that's what confused him. Not voices he recognized particularly well, either.

He rose his eyebrows at the two. First Kamaria. Very interesting cat, there. Loud too, it seemed. Or perhaps he caught her at the wrong time. Then Kitrina. His head tilted slightly, curiously, shaking his head with a sigh, stepping up to the two.

"Are you having... fun?" He asked, one eyebrow still raised as he looked between them. "Just... need to make sure nothing strange is going on around here." An excuse for his nosiness...

[Kitrina]

The voice caught her attention, one she knew better than she'd ever care to admit as Kitrina's eyes shot open, arms crossing her chest more suddenly to hide the line of cleavage from gravity before she flipped herself over and sat upright on the hood.

"No, we're having a miserable time. Nothing strange here at all, just fucking our brains out, you know how it is."

The sarcasm was heavy on her lips, though there wasn't much need. Subconsciously, she shifted her weight, one leg crossing the other to show the curve of her thigh though it was somewhat masked by the denim. Sometimes she was aware of how she treated him, that it was really unfair to say the least, but if it got him to talk, to stay around.

"And the hell are you staring at?"

[flashgordon]

Munk rose his eyebrows, glancing her over slightly before shaking his head, adjusting the collar on his shirt.

"Who said I was staring?" He asked, deliberately looking away to prove his point, sighing slightly. She could be so touchy. I mean, really, staring? He was not! Not that he was aware of... er.

"If you find me that offensive, I'll just leave." He said, smoothing down the front of his shirt once more, looking back to her again, flicking an ear. He wouldn't be around if no one wanted him to be. Part of him liked to (try) to annoy her, because it was somewhat endearing; but really, it did little good. Frustrating her was only amusing to a point.

[Kitrina]

Who said I was staring?

God, was it wishful thinking on her end? What? Of course not. He pissed her off to no end with his high and mighty leader crap. Still, the faintest flush touched her cheeks as she snorted and looked away from both him and Kamaria. "I don't care." Any sort of comeback seemed blank as she smoothed out the shirt, doing everything but looking at her two companions. Temperamental often put it mildly, and now she was becoming embarrassed at letting her guard down, at smiling and goofing off with tickling Kamaria. Maybe it was a friendly behavior but this wasn't the place for making new friends. This was a sanctuary she wouldn't have come to were it not for Mungojerrie, and had he not known her before it happened...

She didn't want to think about it. She never did. And questions were dangerous.

Kamaria and Munkustrap didn't deserve to know. They were worth so much more than her. So, so much more. It was enviable--the way Kamaria could adapt to so many situations, shy at first then overcome with something that she could only call joy, and being attractive definitely helped the cause. Certainly Plato seemed to notice her. She wouldn't be surprised about other toms or queens as well. And Munkustrap--God, he pissed her off he was so goddamn perfect.

[kamaria]

Kamaria blushed furiously when Munkustrap appeared.

Great, here I am, squealing bloody murder, and he shows up. That must be a dignified sight.

She fidgeted a bit. God, he was beautiful. And he only had eyes for Kitrina, it seemed. Figures. As if he'd ever be attracted to Kamaria. Just another unobtainable dream.

Kamaria eyed Kitrina. One minute she's smiling, the next she's sulky again. Complicated queen, that one.

[flashgordon]

'And they both clam up...'

What an awkward moment. He walked in and killed whatever fun might have been going on. That wasn't news, but it still tended to bother him all the same. Brushing back his hair, he adjusted his shirt again - a somewhat nervous habit - and started to turn away.

"I suppose I'm not very welcome. I'll see you two later." He said, giving them both a friendly but somewhat empty smile, and a slight wave, before slowly starting away from the pair. These were the sort of awkward situations he wished he could avoid.

[Kitrina]

"Don't go! Where are you-" And Kitrina paused, flustered. Don't go? Seriously? That was one of the most pathetic things out there to say. "I mean, it'll make you look like a wuss. Don't you have another come back or something? You need to man up if you're being the big man of the tribe." The rambling began, spewed words, nonsensical ones, babbling.

"See, that's the difference with America and England. In America, we don't give a fuck. We fight. We make ourselves at home. We make ourselves welcome. But you guys have got your stiff upper lip and you..."

God, that wouldn't work.

Paws moved to the back of her head as she gave a frustrated sound and lay on her back again. "... if you want you can join the tickle Kamaria because she squeals party," she grumped.

[flashgordon]

Munkustrap stopped suddenly, letting out a slightly frustrated breath and turning, an eyebrow cocked in a somewhat condescending manner.

"Well, I was raised to be a gentleman,and much less... barbaric." He said, head tilted, a slight smile on his lips. "If my company isn't desired by two lovely ladies, well, I make myself scarce. Manners are usually endearing, but I can see they don't reside well with you."

Giving a slight shake of his head, he put his paws in his pants pockets. "So, what is it then? My company or no? Being verbally attacked makes me think my company is unwanted."

[Kitrina]

To say she was flustered was an understatement, and pathetically Kitrina looked to Kamaria for some sort of support, barely able to look Munkustrap in the eye, just about shrinking. There were reasons why he was a leader. That was one of them. And, although she was scolded, deservedly so, he wasn't gone.

Maybe in America they really were barbaric. Or maybe she'd picked up too much from that stint and connection with Fangor...

The thought was too depressing to dwell on, and she scooted over, a space between her and Kamaria, a space for one, an offering for him to sit. Saying sorry wasn't something she was good at, nor begging to stay. Surely he had to see that, didn't he?

[flashgordon]

Munkustrap gave her a slight smile, chuckling softly. He felt somewhat bad - but ultimately proud - that he had made her look sheepish. Going over, he sat down carefully, looking between the two.

"Now I just wonder if we can actually strike up a conversation." He said with his all-too friendly smile, turning to look Kitrina in the eye, or at least attempt to. "You can be quite mouthy, anythibng to contribute?"

[kamaria]

Kamaria was about to ask Munkustrap not to go, but Kitrina beat her to it. That was probably a good thing, Kamaria already felt like an idiot, and begging Munkustrap to stay would probably just make her look even more pathetic.

She always got flustered around Munkustrap. And often she was bad at hiding it. Dammit, why'd he have to have such an effect on her? She was awkward enough as it was, without the silver tom adding to it. Because awkwardness is super hot. Right. Keep on dreaming.

Kamaria mentally shook herself. No point in agonizing over it! Better to enjoy the fact that he was now sitting right next to her. She smiled brightly at him.

"I didn't really get her talking before she launched her tickle-attack," she said with a teasing grin, eyeing Kitrina.

[Kitrina]

Kitrina contributed a very indignant snort and eyeroll. "Soooo funny I forgot to laugh. Not like either of you would give a damn about what I had to say anyway." Well... Munkustrap was staying at least... even if Kamaria was goddamnstaringathimflirtinggah!

[kamaria]

Kamaria blinked at Kitrina in surprise.

"I care... Not sure why you'd think otherwise?"

Kamaria did indeed care. She had a tendency to care too much, actually. And as much as she hated it, she cared about what others think of her. Especially Munkustrap. Damnit, why did she always fall for the unobtainable ones?

[Kitrina]

"Just--mhn--that--nhn--Goddamn it."

Strike two really, something prompting yet another snort as she looked to the side. Oh, this sucked. Big time. Maybe she shouldn't have invited Munkustrap over where undoubtedly they'd team up in making her look bad.

... okay, maybe that was more in her head, but she was convinced...

[flashgordon]

Munksutrap felt suddenly rather... uncomfortable. He as startled to see he seemed to have started some unintentional tension between the two. He shifted, rubbing behind his ear.

'Maybe I should have left.' He thought to himself, shaking his head slightly. This... this was awkward. Ugh.

"Can we start a conversation that doesn't involve pointing fingers?" He sked this, but it was a very wistful request.

[Kitrina]

Kitrina exhaled. Fine. They wanted conversation. She'd give it to them.

... if she could figure out what to talk about.

She shifted to lie on her back, paws linked behind her head as she gazed to the sky. "The weather's nice." Pause. "I always like it when it's like this." Another pause. "So is there actually going to be food tonight or no?"

[flashgordon]

Munkustrap looked at her curiously, eyebrows raised, before shrugged and looking back down to his paws, smoothing down a bit of fur.

"Possibly. It really depends on if anyone brings anything."

...Awkward. That seemed to be what he was good at.