Mark returned home with plastic grocery bags around his fake cast. He looked over at Munchkin sleeping peacefully in his little box. Well not very little, it was about 6-8 boxes stapled together with holes in them so their connected. If the walls were gone to where it was just a normal box then mark could climb inside. Each room has a little flap reaching inside just in case Munchkin got stuck or something and Mark needed to help. Right now she was purring lightly with her face sticking out the entrance. Mark fell into her cuteness curse, "Awwwww, does the wittle kitty like her boxy?" He said this as she woke up and stared at him, judgingly. Her amber eyes glew like a complicated web of fire, almost saying,"Yes I like my box, now stop babbling like an idiot" she got up and rubbed against Mark's legs, then jumped up on the shelf where her food bowl was kept and meowed. Mark came to check the food bowl, "oh, silly kitty your food bowl is full" he walked over to the groceries as her heard a metal thing hit the floor. He looked and saw that Munchkin knocked his water bowl down, but the floor had no water on it when he walked over with a towel. She jumped down and meowed again. It took a second for Mark to understand, "oh kitty I'm so sorry you must be thirsty" she jumped up on her shelf, awaiting water, as he went to the sink. He came back with the bowl completely full of fresh water. She nuzzles his hand before drinking the water, Mark just assumed that was her was of saying thank you. He put the groceries away and put the plastic bag inside his plastic bag of other plastic bags. All he hears as he walks to his room is the sound of Munchkin drinking her water.
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Once in a red moon
General FictionEvery crime you commit will make your soul darker. Were all born with pure white blood, but everyone will be tainted. That's what mark thinks as he pours out his dark crimson blood into a bowl, preparing for the illegal cleansing of his blood. The...