Chapter Text
Viper’s POV
“Oh, Viper look!” Killjoy waved to get her attention before setting off in hot pursuit of a streak of orange fur. With a sigh of annoyance, she ran over to the alley that the distracted German had disappeared. After a few minutes, chasing after flashes of her yellow jacket, how on earth could she run this fast?!, she caught up to Killjoy hovering over a crate.
“ Mein Gott, how cute!” Killjoy exclaimed. Stalking closer, Viper saw that she was cooing over a nest of twelve little kittens.
“HOLY SHIT.”
“Look! Hello kleine, my name’s Killjoy. I’m gonna take good care of you.” Killjoy reached down into the box, aiming to pet a tiny calico kitten.
“Killjoy no!” Viper lunged forwards, grabbing onto her sleeve and towing her back before she could make contact.
“Hey! What gives?!” She complained, tugging herself free from Viper’s vise-like grip.
“Killjoy. These are kittens. Live ones.”
“Yeah, so? They’re so cute!” Viper wanted to grab the German and shake her till there was an iota of common sense rattling around in her head.
“They’re sitting directly in a radinaite blast zone, in a box formerly filled with radianite and they are perfectly healthy! 90% of animals exposed to the material have their insides liquified and die after half an hour!” She should know. She exposed countless animals to radianite, studying the effects on several different species. The animals died, every time. “How are these ones still living?!”
“Scheiße.”