[PRP] Little Troublemakers (Carlos/Maddie)

[phantompanther13]

There was a banging at his door! Carlos launched up and grabbed the ceiling started from his lazy cat nap. "Merroooooooow!" he let out a small wail.

"Cat and the fiddle who doth knock?!" His tail swished puffy as he slowly let go and floated softly back down.

He was dreaming of such nice things crupets and tea and disarray. He was falling down an endless book shelf, with food places all over. and a flowing stream of chocolates flying by. It was a nice dream.

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[phantompanther13]

Carlos's ears flattened at the pounding. It was Looud. Meow. he was not getting any more sleep.

"Hark I hear a knock at the door." he floated over and opened it, his furry head popping outside. "I hear you." His ears twitched at the quiet that reined now that the door was open. His noes sniffed the air. Sniff sniff. ghost.

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[phantompanther13]

"You smell." he sniffed again. "You smell like blood and stuffing." Carlos leaned over, sniffing more. the ghouls smelled like... toy. His tail wiggled and suddenly teeth lots of teeth came out from hiding and he tried to chomp on the ghost, not hard but enough to test, enough to taste.

[A.V.]

 

[phantompanther13]

She pushed him away and he when limp and rolled away, curing into a ball and rolling three times backwards into his room before coming to a stop. "League? What league? Are you on a baseball team?"

She tasted good.

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[phantompanther13]

"Awesomeness points? Mine is over 9,000." Carlos nodded to himself. It didn't matter to him that 9,000 was not an option.

He did decide to set out and prove it though. This worked on most people. He walked over on all fours and started to rub her legs. he would not bite anymore. he already tasted. Though she did taste good. She could be friend like Camillia. He pulled around her body making sure to rub all of himself along her, forgetting that some of the clips and belts on his outfit might be slightly uncomfortable.

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[phantompanther13]

Carlos was suddenly bopped and he flattened laying flat. And then just laid there, not backing off just laid staring up.

the numbers could change? How strange. Carlos still din't moved his ears flopped down as he was batted at. Owe owe that hurt almost.

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[phantompanther13]

"I was always dead. Or alive." his head titled over at an impossible angle. And then he let out a small whine. "And room is mine. My spot, my nappy spot." he scooted back across the floor scooting backwards into his room like a worm.

"Why is everyone so mean to me!?" he wailed. Why did everyone want to take his room? His siblings always took his things and he was left with little to nothing. Now it was happening here.

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