"Croooowwww~" A voice said waking me up from the blankets I had been laying on.
"Ugh... Go the fuck away you little shit." I'd mutter turning away from the familiar voice.
"Mm, okay." The voice said, I heard footsteps crunching in the snow walking away.
"Thank god.." I mutter before burring my head back in the makeshift pillow that was just made of more, you guess it, wadded up crappy blankets.
Not even a minute later the crunching of snow comes back towards where I was sleeping "Crooow ~ You better wake up nooow," said the voice in a mischievous tone. In my sleepy state I didn't seem to have to better judgment of getting up.
"No, go away." I say again in an especially irritated whiny tone.
"Weelll... I guess I could leave you alone, but I'm bored and I know, I know, I'm a class a ass for getting you up; but frankly I don't care!"
I then suddenly screeched as I felt cold running down my back "You little fucker!" I say in a gasp as the snow had gotten into the neckline, and under my shirt. After a few moments that snow had fallen out, and I was glaring at the small blonde haired boy with gray cat ears spurting out of his head.
Yes gray cat ears. You see shape-shifters retain part of their animal form even when in the human one. It's something about not losing connection, and shit. But anyways.
"Aster, I'm going to rip those ears right out of your head if you ever do that again!" I hiss at him
"Mm hmm sure Crow," Aster said in an amused voice.
"Hey Aster, are you sick?" I ask him feigning concern for my question.
"What makes you think that?" Aster asked, he had perked up a little in curiosity, and worry.
"Here c'mere let me feel your forehead." Aster leaned forward allowing me to feel his head "Just as I thought you have a horrible case of idiocy." I said with a serious nod . Aster scoffed for a moment then looked back with a mischievous smile.
"Aww Crow I see you never change, and as always your hair still looks like complete shit, here let me help."Aster then grabbed a handful of snow and before I could duck down, slapped it right into my nest of black hair, rubbing it in.
"Aster!" I'd screech shoving the boy off of the blanket and into the snow.
The yellow-eyed boy then fell back with a thump, then began laughing at the state of the brown-eyed boy's messy black hair. Aster then got up, wiping the snow from his pants. "So guess we should go walk around and find Screech?"
"Mm hmm, sounds good."
Okay so I'm not sure how I'm doing but here's more shit for the pile guys ;)
Anyways I'm just going to cheat here in the next chapter and describe them in the next note, because I don't know about you but it kills me whenever I can't paint a good picture of them, or know exactly something about them
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Adventures of an Asshole
Humor"Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be an asshole? Well probably not because you've probably experienced it first-hand." Is probably something our main character would say to you. So without the hooking description this is all about the...
