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Kaiser flinches. “A-I’m a friend I swear.” No he isn’t going to repeat what the child with the knife just said and instead focuses on the other two he knows. He crouches down, closer to Dimitri’s height and curls his paw for a brofist from the younger. “Hey lil dude.” Kaiser then looks over to the other two kids.

“Belle… did you want snacks? Might have a few packet of chips in my car? I swear I wasn’t following, Mr. Midnight called me and asked if I was down for the expedition. I definitely am.” His voice doesn’t tremble, although he is very worried about a child with a knife right now and keeps his smile up. Hell yeah the power of being good at public speeches and hiding how worried you can get.

Belle pursed her lips, and, without furrowing her brows (she didn’t want Vixen to feel guilty!) she gently reached out to hold her friend’s hand to coax her away from starting their haunted field trip early.

“It’s okay.” she says with a reassuring smile, directing it towards either Kaiser or Vixen. Though her slight flicker towards Dimitri proved that her voice was close to straining; it was no doubt a little embarrassing that her good friend wanted to stab her babysitter. Then again, she couldn’t be hypocritical, she understood that fear far too well. “He’s our friend, Vix! Been with us for, what, three years? Not an outsider at all.”

Dimitri awkwardly fist-bumped Kaiser, head turning to the side to cough into a fist. “Sorry,” he faked a cough, “I... (here his eyes slowly made their way over to Vixen)...don’t...like scary stuff. So I told dad...”

Well, that was a lame excuse. But it wasn’t exactly untrue. Hopefully it was enough to make Vixen trust Kaiser a bit better, even at the cost of his humility. But when the hell had they never babied and bullied him a little?

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#kackitycats #kaiserstryder #( They smell your fear Kaiser.. )

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When Mr. Midnight had called him, Kaiser wasn’t sure what to make of the implication a bunch of kids were going to enter somewhere haunted by themselves. Except, he knew he had to come with them because he’s a ‘responsible adult figure’. Making his way around the corner to the haunted house he could see the group of kids excited to enter. He walks over to them, grinning to himself as he heard. “HEH this is perfect. And the best part? NO Adults.” “Hi guys!” He comes in with a cheery tone and a bright smile. “Cool day for infiltrating haunted houses right?”

When their babysitter showed up, Dimitri could only dip his head and sigh in relief while Belle immediately frowned.

“Kai, are you following us?” the girl pointed an accusing finger at the man before returning her hands on her hips like a parent ready to scold their child, but she soon relaxed. “You should’ve told me! I forgot to bring snacks!”

Dimitri, ever the prepared one of the Midnight siblings, rolled his eyes and adjusted his sling bag. “Hey, Kaiser.” he said, walking as casually as he could to nearly hide behind the feline. Right now, he could only make sure not to look at Vixen. The timing was perfect- just not for him. If he could avoid a Mean Glare from the feisty girl, he would let the rugby player take the punch for him (then apologise...after bolting)

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#kackitycats #kaiserstryder

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Vixen PURRED and held her arms out for her little brown friend! Belle was so squishy and vixen could pummel her into the ground, but this was neither here nor there.

“Belle!!!!!” she giggled “you HAFTA come with me and my friend we’ve found a haunted house!!! We were GUNNA invite some other chickens to join but they chickened out… BUT I know you won’t.”

Her tail swished, and she was aware Dimitri was still in the area.. What did Ellie say about being nice? Oh, yeah. “And uh, your brother can come too I guess.”

“Thanks.“ Belle’s brother said bluntly in the background. “I’ll go get my things so you guys don’t break a leg.”

--

Somewhere in the backyard, Dimitri told Midnight about the haunted house expedition. His father gave him one long look before deciding that, if Vixen was involved, then they’d need more than just one ghost buster to follow them, and called for Kaiser if he could keep them company.

--

As he left, Belle stuck out her tongue at him before turning back to her friend with a strong stance; arms crossed. “Alright!” she grinned. “D’you think we can steal a ghost or run them out and make it our own secret base? How awesome would that be?”

#kackitycats #( Belles Brother is the new Borutos Dad )

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“Who ELSE would it be?” Vixens voice rose high, it was whiny and shrill and not great to listen to.

She pushed herself into the house and made a b-line to their living room. “BELLE!!!” She shouted, not caring if Dimitri was following.

Dimitri could only narrow his eyes as she forced her way inside (Why? He already stepped out of the way- mostly- she didn’t need to be so rude...grumble grumble) and shoved the door shut.

“WHAAAT?” Belle called out, laying on her stomach across the couch, fixated on her Hammergotchi; a virtual pet where you raise a weapon with cute, beady eyes. Midnight wasn’t sure how he felt about letting children find firearms and murder to be fun and aestheticised, but Vixen was a cult child and was nice enough to knock on his door. So it wasn’t too bad, probably.

Though, once Belle caught eye of her friend, she immediately scrambled atop her cushioned seat and bounced off it with a leap! (Hammergotchi still in hand, of course) “Vixen!” she beamed at the other girl.

#kackitycats #( Dimitri is so mad. So mad )

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The sun was waning on the neighborhood, bathing everything in a cold shadow. Red and black painted the streets, and the fur of the little cat as she walked up Belles driveway. Vixen was wearing a hoodie. It was cold out and Ellie made her.

She rapped her fist against the door, big orange eyes furrowed in a MEAN looking shape.

Muffled yells were passed around inside the house. Something very close to a You go get it! and a THUD, quickly followed by a Oww.../Belle/! Vixen knew well enough that Dimitri was promptly kicked off the couch, because he was quite the pushover, but only to herself and Belle (who were totally not going to grow up to be the bullies your parents warned you about).

When the door cracked opened, Dimitri’s darkened blue eyes peeked out, and his eyebrows immediately rose.

“Oh.” He said simply, shuffling back to let her in. “It’s you.”

#kackitycats #( GET YOURSELF A THEME DAMN IT )

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if you’re worn out and tired, rest. it’s not a waste of time. you are doing exactly what you need. you’re taking the time you need to recover and that’s so important.

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This morning’s clouds.

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kaiserstryder

“Alright!” Kaiser then looks over to what Dimitri’s written. Then realises the kid has no idea what he’s doing and was definitely doing something else before this. He grins, holding back a laugh. He should spare Dimitri from this, it doesn’t hurt to take… that much of a break. “Hey so, uh… when’s this due exactly?”

Dimitri simply eyed Kaiser, silently assessing what kind of answer he should pick. Though as much as he tries to be like his father, he couldn’t tackle problems so easily. And that included this homework piece.

Which was due in two days. (It’s fine! He’s got tomorrow, he reasons)

“...Friiiiday.” he admits in defeat.

#kaiserstryder #dimitri

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“Thinking?” Kaiser makes his way closer to the boy to check over on what he was doing. “Homework?” There’s slight amusement in his voice. He crouches by him and a hand pats’ Dimitri’s back. “Hey! I’m proud of you.” He can’t help but doubt the younger was doing any work, as previous times when he did babysit he’d need to consistently ease Dimitri to do anything.

“Need any help?”

“Uuuuuh...” Dimitri sounds, drawing out his hesitation as Kaiser watches him beside him. Dang these older and taller figures with watchful eyes! Wasn’t it true that the older you get, the worse your eyesight gets?

Still, despite how wary he was of Kaiser picking up the fact that he hardly got through the first task (Date: check! Pencil spinning tricks: check) the boy couldn’t help but swell with a guilty sense of pride when Kaiser pats his back, pleased of his supposed self-progress.

“Yeah...” he mumbles.

#kaiserstryder #dimitri

Dimitri!! kiddo! how are you doing??

“Kaiser!” the young boy perks up, voice quiet, but with a smile present.

He was sitting down, leaning over the coffee table doing his homework like the studious son he was. Well, no. In reality, he had finally decided to pick it up. Dimitri’s phone lay hidden under one side of his book for quick and easy (and well-hidden!, he might add) access. Still, when his babysitter called out his name, Dimitri stayed cool, but rested an arm over the page which covered his phone. Cheeky.

“I’m okay. Just thinking.” he answers all so politely.

#kaiserstryder #dimitri #( Hope this is an ok starter! )

The midnight cookie raid didn’t go well.

#charles #belle

Who's the coolest parent around?

Frankie: You must really want several children get into a brawl, askin’ a question like this around.

(Answer under the cut)

#asks #explorer-patrol #( I cant believe you started a popularity poll )

|| @chiefvalentine

The first time Belle comes knocking at the Big Chief of All Police, Mr.Charles Valentine's office (or as she likes to refer to him as Mistuh Captain, Captain Boss, and occasionally Nightlight and Twinkle-tails), Charles isn't around. So, what does a eight year old child, who is prone to tantrums, do when she's in a quandary? She get into the habit of kicking doors down to get attention.

In the next hour, when Charles is back from a meeting, and it's dad-should-be-back-soon o'clock, no other officer is around to stop her from skidding through the station to get the Chief's attention. By the time he retires to his office again, door cracking open, Belle kicks it open wider.

"Unckle offisuh!" She yells, already panting, though her eyebrows are furrowed and serious as ever! Perhaps to match the already increasingly stressed man. "I havvuh report to hand in!" She finishes, arms crossed and dignified. And, there it was, a few pieces of lined paper and sticky notes in her arms. No doubt each question filled up half the page.

#chiefvalentine #belle #( Hope this is alright! )

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Charles perked up in his seat when he heard a tiny voice calling out to him. Peeling his eyes from the television, he dipped his head to find the source. As his gaze fell, he spotted a little Patrat approaching him with a plushie in hand. In an instant, those sharp eyes of his had softened. “If it isn’t my little sprout,” he cooed with a smile. He reached down and scooped the rat up with a quiet grunt. “What’cha think you’re doing, ah?”

Cooper could only respond in a giggle-fit as soon as he was picked up, beaming up at his father with a toothy grin as he pats Charles’ cheeks.

“Bapa!” he chirps again, smile falling as he frowns to be serious. Yes, he was doing his best to mimic a clear one of his dads. “Coogee!”

#chiefvalentine #cooper

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Charles was relaxing within the walls of his cozy home, lounging in his favorite armchair with a remote in his hand. He had it pointed at the television, thumb tapping away at a cushioned button to flip through the channels. The copper red rodent had a bored expression on his face; a sign that he was struggling to find anything that was interesting enough to catch his attention.

He usually had no trouble keeping himself busy, but today was different. He had no work. Therefore, he had nothing to keep him busy with. He had decided (or in his words: “I was forced to…”) take the day off for once. As a result, he had all the time in the world and that feeling alone was extremely jarring to him.

He didn’t like it, but it was desperately needed. He’ll come to realize that eventually.

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A tiny patrat was on his way, scampering (or more so hobbling) across the hallways with still new-to-walking feet, dragging a plush toy behind him. It was one of those ‘cute foods’ with tiny faces and smiles that were the hot thing a few years back.

He had his mind set on finding the kitchen, he wanted food, and yesterday that girl with the blue scarf (Belle, was it?) kept going on about cookies...and he wanted some! So when he pasts by the doorway to spot Charles lounging about, he turns, waddling over, and gasps: “Bapa-!”

#chiefvalentine #cooper

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#[ looking after the kids be like ]

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