Varying Perspectives [G/T Oneshots]

34 - SLAM

Kody locked his door behind him, the satisfying sound echoing throughout his entire apartment. It sure was great to be home. To be alone for a change. 

"Hulli, Kodes!"

Wait...it's hello, isn't it?

Who cares!

Kody had forgotten about the small thing he'd found yesterday. Barely as tall as his thumb, with wild brown hair and dark skin; a young girl, who'd been stuffing her face into his leftover casserole. She'd introduced herself as Fiona and then scampered away before he could think to snatch her up and stick her into a jar.  Kody could understand why anyone would long for his casserole, the best thing he could cook, even 3-inch tall "Borrower People" that lived in his walls. Not just Fiona, but her older brother Leo and their father, Grim, whom he had never seen. 

Slowly, but surely, Fiona had earnt the Bean's undying admiration which he showed to her every day by glaring at her in that happy way, and giving her rides down to the floor after she'd taken the time to climb up the couch to be by his side. Kody Wilson was the kindest Bean, allowing them to take what they need, entertaining Leo all the time! Even though her dad said they were forbidden from speaking to them, Fiona never held back from visiting. 

The briefcase was thrown carelessly onto the table right beside the smallest figure, who recovered from the loud clicking of latches and bobbed at its side as the giant rummaged through it. Thick folders of papers were stacked beside her, blue-green eyes flicking over her form before the case was discarded and a laptop was opened in its place. Kody sat down, brushed out his hair, and got to work, all without any word of greeting. 

"Kody. Answer." Fiona pouted, watching in awe as fingers her size began to fly over the buttons that sat on the bottom of his laptop, inscribed with their glowing symbols that she only just understood. They were letters, that formed words, that formed Bean-speak. She was not too good at the giant's language, she knew a few simple words - names, objects, everyday terms - but she still pronounced the "w" in "answer". The only reply was the gentle clicking of the buttons.

Fiona huffed and jumped up onto his computer, marching into the middle of the screen and planting herself on one of the buttons along the second row, waving her arms up at the towering form of the human before her. The thing that caught his attention was the weird noises the computer was creating, but the flurry of fingers stopped in their tracks...which was great!

"What do you want from me?" Kody snapped, cringing at the tone his Mac kept making as the barely non-existent weight pressed down onto the 7. He was already knee deep in work and wasn't looking for a distraction.

"I want to ask how Bean's day was." Fiona replied, jumping over the gaps between the 8 and 9 with delight.  She liked the clicking sounds they made, as well as the deep tone that sprung from the holes in the metal computer. 

"My day was fine. I won my case, and that's all that matters. Now get off the keys." 

"Did you do well? Daddy told me that all Beans do is shout, rob, and destroy the environment."

"All you have to know is that it's a serious and needed job. Let me do my work."

"Sure Kodes!"

"Will you be leaving?"

"Your thingy is warm. Let me stay please, Kodes?"

"Tch." He pushed her off with a finger, sending her sprawling before going back to his work. Something was wrong.

"Kodes."

"Go away."

"Kodes!"

"Leave me ALONE, okay!"