@swcctdcmon continued from Who stole the cookie from the cookie jar?
Kang had come back home, happy for the chance to wind down from working on cars all day. Her routine was to take a bath, eat something, and then go out into the part of the house that ACTUALLY was her home, and work on something else in the grasses till she felt it was time to sleep. She led a simple life.
But now there was someone else living with her.
Someone who was sitting on the floor in the earthling living-room area with the pastry box near him. It was absolutely empty but for some sprinkles and other crumbs. Icing or the actual cake part. Arthemus was covered in icing, sprinkles, crumbs, and little bits of coconut, and had what Kang assumed was the remains of the full box in his hand. It took her a moment to process. Her orange eyes taking in everything, and her antennae twitching.
Then she laughed. Her head going back in one of her hearty chuckles.
“Xa? You are not knowing vvhat is happeningk? I tink I know.” she walked over, looking at him with one set of hands on her hips and her tail swishing. Considering what to do with this little thief of a housemate she had. She hoped he didn’t get sick from it. Right. Bathtub was best.
So she scooped him up and started off for the bathroom. Still chuckling.
“But I am vvantingk to be hearingk your side of tis story.”











