• It was time for dessert and I was hoping it didnt have chocolate in it... {Dogs are not supposed to have chocolate... It's bad for them.}
    But Kit seemed more focused on everything around us. His human face looking around with curiousity and interest with things like the plates, the table, the pillows we were sitting on, the disigns on the fine peices of art hanging on the walls and boring crap like that. But he seemed more into the room then the food...
    The p***k sat at the head of the large table that stood only maybe a foot and half off the floor. His eyes were closed and his face all wrinkled as if something smelt bad.
    I shook my head and looked away from him. "p***k." I growl under my breath.
    The p***k opened his dark eyes and looked at me with ice in his stare. "What?"
    I smirked and looked at him. "Nothing. I didn't say anything." I lie.
    He pointed at my arm. "Would you like another cut to go along with the last one?" He hisses.
    I chuckled. "I would love to see that."
    He nodded and picked up a butter knife. "Gladely."
    A tall man stepped into the room and glared at him. "Enough, sir." He says sitting down next to the p***k.
    I pursed my lips, trying to keep from laughing.
    The p***k narrowed his eyes at me before looking away. "Fine."
    Kit nudged me. "I don't want you talking to him anymore. I don't want you to get hurt, okay?" He says with adorable pleading eyes.
    I sighed and nodded. "Yeah, yeah. I won't let the p***k hurt me." I say loud enough so I know the p***k heard me.
    Kit smiled and nuzzled my arm. "Aww~. Thank you."
    I smiled. "No problem."
    The p***k sighed. "Gross."
    I turned and glared at the a**hole. "I'm sorry. What was that, p***k?"
    He smiled. "I said that's gross."
    "What's gross?" I growl.
    Kit pulled on my shirt. "Don't fight with him."
    "Maybe you should listen to your pet cat, dog. He seems to be the smartest out of you two. Not the smartest in the room, but still, smarter then you. Why dont you just curl up in the corner and shut your trap?" He sneeres.
    I felt my lip twitch and my anger rose. "What did you say?"
    He shrugged and chuckled. "I'm just saying, I would hate it to have to kill the latest carrier of the dog. It would be a shame, huh? Not that anyone but your cat would miss you or anything, but I mean it would be hard to come up with a story of how you died." He put his finger on his lip. "Oh wait. We could just say it was a suicide, seeing as how you have a horrible gash on your wrist and everything. I would only have to say that you accidentally cut too deep when you were trying to force away your emotional problems."
    I jumped to my feet and growled at him. "I dare you to say more!"
    He grinned. "Fine. If you want me to." He slowly stood up and looked down at Kit. "You know your precious doggy boyfriend? He only likes you because of one reason. And that reason is because your both freaks. That's all. He doesnt think your cute, or funny, or worth a single penny if he were to sell you. He would just throw you in the trash." He says seeming to know how to really p*** me off.
    I started to feel light headed as I clentched my fists. "Don't talk to him like that!"
    Kit covered his face and shook his head. "No! Your lying! He would never do that to me!"
    I looked down at him and felt my heart kick as I remembered how he was when were locked in that room with my supposed friends.
    He was shaking and looked broken.
    My anger iced away as I bent down and put my hand on his back, trying to comfort him.
    The p***k seemed confused as he sat back and blinked blankly at us.
    I wrubbed his back and nudged his shoulder with my nose. "Kit? Are you okay? I'm sorry. I won't fight with him anymore. I promise. Don't listen to him. He's only trying to make you sad and misserable. Ignore him. I'm sorry." I say hugging him tightly.
    Kit nodded and kissed my neck. "I know."
    {Damn... I have to cut this one short... I might be on again tonight... So just wait alittle longer, please.}