Kyle & Kyte
Mar 22, 2014 22:30:52 GMT -5
Post by Arianna on Mar 22, 2014 22:30:52 GMT -5
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"Kyle, I'm bored."
"Find something to do then."
"Kyle, I'm hungry."
"Find something to eat then."
Short pause.
"Kyle, I don't feel like getting up."
"Well then I guess you'll die of boredom and starvation, and then I won't have to listen to you anymore."
Kyte, who had been lying on the sofa with her head hanging over the edge, sat up, sending her thick red hair flying. "Hey! You're supposed to be taking care of me since Mom left."
Kyle, who had been entertaining himself by making an orb of water float out of a cup of water, freezing it, and letting it fall back in, pretended to study her intently. "Hmmm.. Not very tall.. Meat on the bones.. You could probably survive a few days of neglect."
She glared at him and threw a pillow. "Fine. You weren't doing half as good a job as Mom did anyway." It was true, she had to step over a pair of his stray boxers on the way to the kitchen. "Eww.. I hope those are clean.." She made a face.
Kyle ignored her and went back to making ice balls. She was right though. Their mom had left about a month ago to do "something very urgent" and there hadn't been word of her since. I mean, what could be so important it qualified abandoning her 17-year-old son to eternally babysit his 12-year-old sister? They barely even got along, they couldn't be more opposite. There was age difference, gender difference, and even Power difference. He controlled water, she fire. Together they could successfully boil water. Great, he thought. That'll get us far. Suddenly, he heard a high-pitched shriek that could only mean one thing: Kyte had set something on fire while attempting to cook food. He ran outside to see a piece of charcoal on the ground that looked suspiciously like a garden carrot and the scarecrow's left arm blazing away. He put it out easy enough, it was just smoking and damp now. She gave him an I-know-I'm-in-trouble look said and squeaked a, "Sorry?"
"Sorry nothing," he told her. "You need to be more careful."
"Not like I have much to practice with," she muttered.
He sighed. "At least he wasn't alive. I think he looks scarier this way, actually."
She tilted her head and sighed as well. "I wish Mom were here."
"Kyle, I'm bored."
"Find something to do then."
"Kyle, I'm hungry."
"Find something to eat then."
Short pause.
"Kyle, I don't feel like getting up."
"Well then I guess you'll die of boredom and starvation, and then I won't have to listen to you anymore."
Kyte, who had been lying on the sofa with her head hanging over the edge, sat up, sending her thick red hair flying. "Hey! You're supposed to be taking care of me since Mom left."
Kyle, who had been entertaining himself by making an orb of water float out of a cup of water, freezing it, and letting it fall back in, pretended to study her intently. "Hmmm.. Not very tall.. Meat on the bones.. You could probably survive a few days of neglect."
She glared at him and threw a pillow. "Fine. You weren't doing half as good a job as Mom did anyway." It was true, she had to step over a pair of his stray boxers on the way to the kitchen. "Eww.. I hope those are clean.." She made a face.
Kyle ignored her and went back to making ice balls. She was right though. Their mom had left about a month ago to do "something very urgent" and there hadn't been word of her since. I mean, what could be so important it qualified abandoning her 17-year-old son to eternally babysit his 12-year-old sister? They barely even got along, they couldn't be more opposite. There was age difference, gender difference, and even Power difference. He controlled water, she fire. Together they could successfully boil water. Great, he thought. That'll get us far. Suddenly, he heard a high-pitched shriek that could only mean one thing: Kyte had set something on fire while attempting to cook food. He ran outside to see a piece of charcoal on the ground that looked suspiciously like a garden carrot and the scarecrow's left arm blazing away. He put it out easy enough, it was just smoking and damp now. She gave him an I-know-I'm-in-trouble look said and squeaked a, "Sorry?"
"Sorry nothing," he told her. "You need to be more careful."
"Not like I have much to practice with," she muttered.
He sighed. "At least he wasn't alive. I think he looks scarier this way, actually."
She tilted her head and sighed as well. "I wish Mom were here."