Kit's Campus Stories pt 1
Some ghoul & kit interactions to show her dynamic with them. Will update periodically with more stuff that comes to mind.
Leo:
"The ghouls won't listen to you? No shit. You realize we were hand picked by demons, right?"
Ugh. Kit should have known better than to complain to Leo. Having to go to Sinostra to get their latest case report signed was already a headache, and now she had to deal with the biggest pain in her ass on campus.
Just as she was about to brush him off and go find to someone else to talk to, Kit registered what he had said to her. "Hand picked? You actually believe that?" Leo stopped walking, the two of them now standing in the middle of the walkway as snow fell around them. "There's a chance of dying if the pact doesn't work, right? That just sounds like the demons show up for anyone desperate enough to make a deal and you got lucky. What, next you're gonna tell me that you believe Darkwick's 'ghouls are our champions' crap?"
As she was talking, Leo pulled out his phone, pointedly ignoring her. "Sorry, were you saying something?" He asked once she finished, feigning apology.
"Just that you're desperate."
"And you're nobody, so why are you talking to me?"
Kit snorted and began walking again. "Sorry, didn't realize I touched a nerve. See you around!"
Tohma:
"Check mate." Kit replaced Tohma's king with her knight before settling back in her seat. "I can ask any question I want, right?"
Tohma smiled. "Those were the terms of our agreement." Their agreement being that for every game, whoever won got to ask any question that had to be answered honestly.
Her eyes narrowed, running through everything she wanted answers to. Finally, she settled on one. "What’s with the monocle?"
Tohma blinked, a slight furrow appearing in his brow. "You can ask anything you want."
"Those were the terms of our agreement," Kit repeated with a nod. "Why not glasses? Your eyesight is only bad in one eye, or did you just like the aesthetic?"
An amused smirk played at his lips. "Are you absolutely sure you want me to answer that question? It seems like a waste, doesn't it?"
"What, just because you let me win this round, you think I can't win again?"
"Now, you shouldn't sell yourself short—"
"And you should stop deflecting. I asked my question, now answer it."
For a moment, his smirk lifted into something more genuine. "As the overseer of the vault accounts, I spend a lot of my time reading. It helps me see."
"Why not just get reading glasses?"
"I'm starting to feel judged."
"The only thing I'm judging you for is your inability to answer a simple question," Kit laughed.
"I'm just giving you ample time to ask something else that may be more valuable, information-wise." Kit narrowed her eyes and stayed silent. Raising both of his hands in surrender, Tohma chuckled. "Fine, fine. When I transferred to Frostheim and found myself in need of eyewear, I decided I like how the monocle looks. That’s all."
"See? That wasn't so hard." Kit began setting the pieces back up, glancing at Tohma as he did the same. "You transferred to Frostheim? Where from?"
He smirked again. "One question per game, remember? When you win, I'll tell you."
