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Rooming with Maddie comes with certain expectations. Midnight tea parties, and playing with Earl Grey, and strange occurrences that eventually you stop startling at. So Cedar doesn’t even blink at Kitty Cheshire lounging on her bed.
“Something wrong, Kitty?”
Kitty Cheshire huffs, rolling over onto eir stomach. “I’m bored , Scratching Post.” Why else would e be here , after all?
“I don’t know how to help with that.” Cedar slings her sweater over her chair, and pulls out her thronework. “I’m guessing you don’t want to study.”
Kitty narrows eir eyes, an almost silent hisssss escaping their teeth. Cedar’s mouth twitches into a smile, and she turns to her work, accepting the teacup that taps against her arm. That’s another thing you get used to, and it was probably one of her favorite parts. It’s not often Cedar has an excuse to try a new flavor.
Kitty glares at the teacup that floats over to em, but hooks eir claws through it anyways. They take a sip, smiling at the familiar taste of chai and cinnamon, tangling their other hand into the pillow beneath them. “Scratching Post?”
“Hmm?”
Kitty doesn’t say anything, tossing the pillow at Cedar’s head. Tea threatens to slosh on her fae-sics work, and Cedar turns around, unimpressed.
“Really?” Kitty fades away for a moment, laughter echoing around the room. Cedar shakes her head, and leans back over her notebook. “That’s not very funny!”
There’s nothing in the room, but Cedar and the sound of her quill scratching at her paper. What she doesn’t see, of course, is the Cheshire grinning on the rafters above her, slowly and quietly settling into position to strike.
Everything is still as Cedar flips the page in her notebook. In the next instant, the quill snaps in her hand, as Kitty lands on the back of her chair.
“Oh splinters!” Cedar snatches her notebook off the desk, moving it away from the growing pool of ink. “ Kitty .”
“That’s my name!” Cedar huffs, pushing back from her desk. “Does this mean you’re done?”
“ No . I have to clean up.” Kitty hisses, stealing Cedar’s seat, and picking up her teacup. Lavender and milk swirl on Kitty’s tongue, and e hums, before placing the cup down. Cedar comes back with a towel, and sighs.
“Kit ty . Can you please scoot over?” Kitty pushes away from the desk and watches out of the corner of their eyes as Cedar leans over to wipe up the ink.
There’s a smudge of ink on Cedar’s cheek, and Kitty reaches out to blot away the drop that threatens to fall onto the desk. E drags the claw down a ridge in her cheek.
“Kitty?” Cedar turns her head, stilling under Kitty’s hand. “Are you okay?”
“ Purr- fect, Cedar.” Kitty’s mouth turns up into a smile, watching eir companions' mouths twitch in return.
“That’s good. What are you looking at?” Cedar crosses her eyes, and frowns.
Kitty leans forward, biting back a grin at the confusion that comes across Cedar’s face. “Oh, nothing.” The two of them are nose to nose, when Kitty giggles, vanishing quickly.
Cedar looks around in confusion, before shaking her head with a sigh. She would probably never get used to Kitty Cheshire.