What Big Stupid Hats You Have! || Kitty + Fran
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It was good to be home. Or a reflection of it, at least. Kitty was well aware that this was not the Wonderland she had been born in, nor the one she would, eventually, return to. Sure, she missed having a roommate and the general Chaos of Ever After High, but good Godmother, if she had to hear another speech from Apple about friendship and destiny, she’d choke on her next hairball.
“Not that I have those,” said Kitty beneath her breath. “Obviously.”
…Lounging atop a streetlight, leg swinging as she soaked in the afternoon sun, she debated on whether or not a catnap was in order. She’d have preferred the forests, herself, but there was the sticky scent of dog versus cat all over the branches, and it felt crowded. She had no desire to get in the middle of that, thanks. Unless, of course, she could sneak in a prank or two along the way…
Speaking of. There was a morose looking youth in a funny looking hat. Kitty observed him for a moment or two, an eyebrow quirked. Whyever was he not smiling? Not that he had to, of course, but it was a little strange that his face didn’t even twitch in the slightest. Where was the emotion? Where was the fun?
A smile, hm? Well…if you insist.
She balanced on the balls of her feet and pounced, shimmering out of sight as she landed soundlessly behind the young man. Ever so slowly she prowled forward, her visible grin growing. If she could just…position herself just right–!
There! Now it looked like he had a particularly sharp smile. Not her finest prank, by any means, but it was pretty funny to see in the reflection of the window, if she did say so herself.
Fran had been on his way home from a small errand when he had suddenly sensed someone watching him from a distance. He had glanced back for a moment to the strange girl, but shrugging off any worry towards her. He had sensed to malice from her being and if anything she just seemed.... mischievous. That was something he knew well so who was he to get on an instant defensive.
Instead he just took a slight detour. He would hate to have someone follow him and learn where he lived. He’d wait it out and see what plans she had and then perhaps take some action. But, even as she jumped from her perch and began moving about around him, he never once sensed a need to react. What was she even doing?
His question was answered the moment he glanced up to the windows reflection. That was an interesting trick if he was honest, but annoying.
“If you wanted to see a smile you could have just asked. Your’s doesn’t really suit well and makes me look really creepy.”




















