The Consul and The Cat

14- (GONE WRONG)

Custard barges out of the nearest set of doors, "CONSUL! You were supposed to be at the training facility one minute ago!"

Clotted Cream hugs Killer Kitty (who's still in cat form), "But- I still need time to process the new arms-"

Custard slaps him, "A real hero would be ready five minutes ago!"

Killer Kitty hisses at Custard, who takes a step back, "How did that.. Hideous beast get into such a high security area?!"

"This is a cat, sir."

"Get rid of it!"

"But it hasn't done anything wrong."

Custard scoffs, "It hissed at me. Now, Consul, you have training to do."

Clotted Cream sets Killer Kitty down, "I can barely control the new arms. Training with them could be dangerous."

Killer Kitty walks over to Custard, standing next to his expensive boots.

Custard doesn't notice, "If you get hurt here, we have healers on standby. If you get hurt out in the field, you have nobody."

Killer Kitty raises one of his legs, "Hehehehehe, get pissed on, asshole!"

Clotted Cream glances down, then picks up one of his new snake arms. He lets it go and it flops to the ground, "You call this ready for training? Do you remember how long it took for me to get used to the first set of arms and the tail?"

Killer Kitty, still pissing, looks at Clotted Cream, "Wait, tail??"

Custard crosses his arms, grumbling, "Fine, I suppose we can postpone the first real training session."

Killer Kitty wonders if he should go further than just pissing on Custard's boots.

Unfortunately, just like his piss, his luck ran out.

Custard looks down, "WHAT THE HELL?!" He kicks Killer Kitty away, "THAT MANGY CAT RUINED MY BOOTS!!"

Clotted Cream covers his mouth with his hand, pretending to be shocked. He's struggling to hide his laughter.

Killer Kitty growls at Custard before flying at him. He perches on his shoulder and whispers, "Maybe be a better person and I won't piss on your boots."

Custard throws him off, "WHAT KIND OF DARK MAGIC ARE YOU MADE WITH?!"

Killer Kitty laughs, then flies up and lands on Clotted Cream's shoulder.

Custard glares at him, "Consul, get rid of that cat at once. Preferably, kill it."

Clotted Cream nervously laughs, "I'm sure it wasn't personal. It's just an animal, after all."

Killer Kitty meows and rubs his head against Clotted Cream's, playing dumb.

Custard scoffs and storms into the building.

Clotted Cream pets Killer Kitty, "Y'know, I think I'm a little attached to you. I'll call you Midnight!"

Killer Kitty purrs, "Fuck, I really can't back out now. It would be horrifically embarrassing to admit I pissed on The Elder of Hero's boot."