kitten;
ship; skammy
summary; skate adopts a disobedient, tease. also known as hybrid sammy. one day, skate gets very stressed.
skate maloley's point of view;
Sammy crossed his arms and pouted as I try and feed him. I ordered pizza because he complained that he didn't want to have pasta. Yet, now that I have bought it, he wants mac and cheese.
"Damn it Sammy. Eat!" I yell, getting frustrated.
Sammy shook his head, huffing as he clenched his mouth. I groan loudly.
"Fine. You're going to fucking bed." I yell, putting the pizza down.
I grab him and throw him over my shoulder. I hear him begin to cry as I feel him smack my back. I walked upstairs to his room. Sammy stopped hitting me, knowing that it wouldn't help his situation.
I laid him on his bed, looking at his wet cheeks.
"Stay in this fucking room." I seethed to him, making him shakily nod his head.
I walk over to his bedroom door, slamming it shut behind me after I exited. I entered my room, groaning.
"I need a shower." I groaned, walking into my bathroom.
I shut the bathroom door, stripping off my shirt. I walk over to the shower, turning the water on a hot temperature. I walk to my sink, grabbing my shaving cream. I wet my scuff before applying a layer of the cream. I grab my razor, wetting it. I began to shave my face as the mirror got slightly foggy. I finished, my face smooth.
I take off my clothes and shoes, getting into the hot shower. I groan as the heat hit my skin. I soak my hair so the shampoo would go in smoothly. I grab my shampoo, looking into the mirror that was in my bathroom. I scrub my hair until it became a thick lather. I grab the small brush that I keep in my shower, brushing the product through my hair before washing it out completely. I repeat the same process with my conditioner.
I grab my wash rag, applying a generous amount of axe wash. I scrub my body, the manly scent filling my nose.
I got out of the shower, drying my body. I walk out with the towel wrapped around my waist. I grab boxers, sliding them onto my body. I grab my sweatpants as well, mimicking my actions.
Right when I sat on my bed, I hear a shatter. After the shatter, there was a hiss.
"Fuck!" I groan, walking downstairs where the noise came from.
"Sam!" I yell, angrily walking into the kitchen.
I see a glass shattered on the floor, him backing away. I rub my head, trying not to get angry.
"I was thirsty." He says.
"Get out of my sight." I say, going to the mess and beginning to clean it.
"Daddy-"
"Get out of my face, Sam." I warned, standing up and dumping the glass in the trash.
"But, I was ju-"
"Sam, go away!" I yell, glaring at him.
