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[kousei ♚]

Insanis Keeni

The Keeni household was such a different experience for Insanis. When he lived with his actual parents the house had been much cleaner -because of him- the house smelled better -because of him- and he just preferred it better there. All in all Insanis preferred his old household because he had put his mark on that household, it was clean and much more livable. But now his parents kicked him out and threw him into this house to live with his auntie. He still remembered the event fresh in his mind now. He had only arrived yesterday and was already starting to feel this house needed big change.

"Insanis you really are too much to put up with, I'm sorry but me and your father have decided it would be better for all of us if you went to stay with your auntie from now on." Insanis felt slightly insulted that his parents were just ditching him like this, their only son and they were just sending him away like he was some sort of problem child! Well there wasn't anything Insanis could do about that was there? So he simply accepted it, he didn't argue, he didn't fight back, he didn't scream profanities at his parents. He just let it happen. And so the next day he had his bags packed and he was walked to the Keeni household, the small, poor, messy Keeni household.

His parents didn't even say goodbye, they just nodded and let him go in. What a shit house.

And that's how Insanis ended up at the Keeni household only yesterday, he was still adapting, like any creature he had to adapt to his new environment, his body had to chance, his habits had to change. And he still had to change this household to suit his needs, he couldn't make it rich no, poor was poor and that's that. But what he could do was make it clean, that's all he wanted to do, make it clean because he would rather eat his own hand than live in a messy house and there would only be one way to do that.

He had to dominate.

So with that thought in mind Insanis Keeni left the little room he was in and marched down the stairs, he stared down his surroundings, a messy shit hole, that was the only way to describ it. And that has to change. He continued walking and found some little kid, probably barely reaping age sitting on a chair, Insanis figured he might as well just sit on at that table.

So he lazily pulled a chair he found and stood behind him. "So can I sit here?" He asked. Without even waiting for an answer he places the chair next to the other kid and sits next to him. "Thanks."

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[presto] Kitty is only enjoying a cuddle with one of the cats that followed him home a little bit earlier that day. That's all he's doing, really, sitting in the creaky wooden chair he generally owns (it's his chair and no one else's - they'll get scratched if they sit there, even if they wanted to, even if they asked). Besides, the cat is very affectionate, squashed in face beneath tattered fur rubbing against Kitty's cheek. Kitty purrs back, fingers kneading gently at the cat's skinny belly - he'll feed it again in a little bit. (Kitty Keeni has a bad habit of taking food from the kitchen to give to his cats when he's not in the mood to hunt. If he's sneaky, no one finds out - or at least, no one finds out that he knows of. He's pretty sure no one will ever suspect it's him. Unless he dives into man-Bear's stash of special meat, that is.) The kid doesn't usually reminisce on times gone by. He'll much rather be in the now, curled up in someone's lap and letting their fingers run soothingly through his hair; or (especially in the winter) tucked against a warm body, ice-cold toes buried between a calf or a thigh (Kitty doesn't do toe-warming, everyone else is his toe-warmer, thank you). It's usually one of his brothers if they allow it (or if he sneaks in quietly enough that they don't notice). He hardly spends time with his sisters (and he's usually terrified of them when he does, to the point where he starts scratching and clawing and biting if he has to). Kitty is a huge fan of cuddling in general. Any kind of cuddling. The cat in his arms meows in his ear, and Kitty stifles a giggle. He doesn't do reminiscence but he does recognize that he's much happier in the Keeni household than he's ever been before, even with the strange things that happen in here - 'No, especially with the strange things,' Kitty thinks. He's a strange boy himself (he's well aware that not all twelve year old boys act like cats, but really, he thinks they're missing out), and strangeness seems to be more than welcome here. So while it's not completely strange to have a strange stranger with strange eyes and strange hair wandering around the house, Kitty's a little bit surprised that the strange stranger decided to sit with him. (Instinctively, though, he curls away from the older boy, the cat hissing at the boy from the safety of his arms - Kitty feels the claws dig into his arms but doesn't mind.) "So can I sit here? Thanks." Kitty's brow furrows slightly at the self-invite, but doesn't complain. As long as strange-stranger-boy doesn't try to take his chair he won't complain; he has been taught manners, after all. He knows how to share. Just not his special chair. Blinking quietly, Kitty stares up at the stranger and lets loose an inquisitive mrow? His mind works, flitting through thoughts as though they were no more than flowers before a bee. 'Who is he? He smells really clean. Is he a new brother? Or an old brother? He doesn't smell like man-Bear or brother-men. Or sister-girl-yuck.' And then more importantly: 'Will he pet and cuddle me?' [/presto]

[presto] Kitty Keeni D6 . Leo Legrand . 12 Dancin' around big eyes as well We live in cities you'll never see on screen Not very pretty, but we sure know how to run things Living in ruins of the palace within my dreams And you know, we're on each other's team[/presto]

[kousei ♚]

Insanis Keeni

The other kid said completely nothing, no words at all to Insanis' blatant rude self-invitation which made Insanis wonder. What is going through your mind kid? Insanis was so intrigued now, he was wondering why that kid didn't make any attempt to stop him, he was wondering why the kid was completely silent, the room was completely silent. All accept for the cat that was purring in the kid's arms. Insanis eyes the cat and then eyed the kid.

Why would someone own a cat? In Insanis' mind cats had to be destroyed. They were messy, annoying and they were simply imperfect. The last kitten Insanis saw in his old house he sliced off a paw, he actually sliced off one of it's paws with a knife and left it out on the street. Insanis didn't care, he didn't kill it, no that would simply be too easy, that would be such an easy release for the cat. He wanted the cat to suffer for all eternity, humiliated by it's lack of a paw, not able to fit in with it's peers. Simply because it had messed up Insanis' carpet. Seeing this cat brought back good memories of good old paw slicing.

Sick memories but very pleasant memories. He eyed the kid, was he intimidated by Insanis' presence? Was he annoyed that Insanis had just invited himself to sit down? "That's a... nice cat you got there. My name's Insanis, Insanis Keeni. I guess I'm your cousins or something." He explains rather nonchalantly. Why should Insanis care about that ca-

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And then Insanis spied something in the corner of his eye, on the carpet, from the door leading all the way to the kid's seat. Cat hair. The memories all came flashing back, the pawless cat, it#'s piss poor hygiene, the complete and utter mess it made. It made Insanis' blood boil, the Keeni's blood was boiling, his anger was threatening to overflow and spill out all over the stupid and messy little cat. And now Insanis was angry. His eye twitches twice, his leg starts to shake and his hand starts to shake as well; there's clearly something wrong. "A very... interesting cat, hold up for a second." He says, gritting his teeth as he slowly gets up. The tension in the air is so thick it could be sliced with a knife.

He quickly runs into the kitchen, grabbing the biggest knife he can see and returns, clutching the hilt of the knife tight. However he doesn't sit back down, he grabs a bunch of cat hair and slams it on the table, right in front of the little Keeni kid. He stabs the tip of the knife right through the cat hair and into the table, leaving it jutting out of the table. "YOU SEE THIS? THIS IS UNACCEPTABLE!" He screams right in front of the kid's face, pointing towards the cat hair and knife. He picks up the knife and points it to the cat.

His breathing slows, his loud shout is replaced by a chilling tone, a low but slow tone that screams 'calm anger'. "You see kid, I hate mess, and I'm gonna make sure this house is clean and ain't no stupid street animal gonna ruin that," he starts, and he means every single word that icily drips off his tongue. "If this thing, if this animal leaves so much as one hair on the carpet trust me... you will be feeling something much sharper than cat claws entering your skin." He threatens, he's angry, the kid has just met him and already he's stepped out of line, leaving a stupid mess that Insanis will have to clean later. He very lightly and delicately touches the tip of the knife onto the cat's nose, not nearly enough force to make it bleed.

"Are we clear?" He asks, it's like ice mixed with thick poison, numbing and sickening.

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[presto] "That's a... nice cat you got there. My name's Insanis, Insanis Keeni. I guess I'm your cousin or something." Kitty blinks up at not-brother and yawns, loudly, in his face. He doesn't care, not unless not-brother Insanis wants to pet him. Kitty will so be down with that. Any time where he's not being petted is time wasted, in Kitty's opinion at least. 'Come on and pet me already.' Without warning, though, Insanis starts to shake and twitch and it's really quite strange. Kitty peers at him curiously, wondering in a detached sort of way if Insanis is allergic to cats. 'What a strange reaction.' Kitty tilts his head a little to the side as Insanis rushes out of the room, gabbling words Kitty doesn't care to remember. With a shrug, Kitty nuzzles the top of his cat's head; it purrs and kneads his arm gently. Giggling softly, Kitty lifts the cat and turns it over so it's lying like a baby in his arms. 'Kitty-friend.' He wants to giggle again because of his name in that sentence, but a heavy thud startles him. He shrinks back, staring first at the jiggling knife in the table then up at cousin-Insanis. 'What's going on?' "YOU SEE THIS? THIS IS UNACCEPTABLE!" Insanis screams at him. Eyes darting to the cat hair that was, most confusingly, on the table, Kitty shrinks further into his seat as the cat in his arms hisses and digs its claws indignantly into Kitty's skin. He grips the kitty tighter, wide eyes fixed on Insanis. Thankfully, he seems to calm down. "You see kid, I hate mess, and I'm gonna make sure this house is clean and ain't no stupid street animal gonna ruin that. If this thing, if this animal leaves so much as one hair on the carpet trust me... you will be feeling something much sharper than cat claws entering your skin. Are we clear?" The tip of the knife is now resting against his poor cat's nose. It lets out a sound, claws drawing blood from Kitty's arms. Protectively, Kitty hisses at Insanis and swipes at the knife with one hand, baring his own teeth. The cat goes flying out of his arms with the knife out of the way (he hesitates to watch it escape through the window). Turning back to not-friendly-Insanis, Kitty lets out a sound not unlike a growl of anger. 'If you're allergic to cats you can just say so.' Maybe if he tells mother-Keeni she'll not allow Insanis back inside. 'Cats over bad hurty people.' He almost hurt his cat, too. He might have done, from what he says. 'I am a street animal.' Insanis can't throw him out. With a soft, final snarl to drive his nonexistent point home, Kitty lets his metaphorical hackles drop and slowly backs away. 'Don't hurt my cats.' [/presto]

[presto] Kitty Keeni D6 . Leo Legrand . 12 Dancin' around big eyes as well We live in cities you'll never see on screen Not very pretty, but we sure know how to run things Living in ruins of the palace within my dreams And you know, we're on each other's team[/presto]

[kousei ♚]

Insanis Keeni

This kid reeked of disrespect and defiance and if there was one thing Insanis hated it was disrespect. Disrespect meant the person was trying to undermine Insanis' control and if you tried to do that it meant you were stepping out of line. And what did Insanis do to those who stepped out of line? I punished them However because this was sort of happening on the fly Insanis didn't really have time to do a long painful thought out punishment. But the disrespect made his blood boil in his veins and threatened to overflow in the form of his anger, Kitty had said absolutely nothing, he had just growled at him.

Insanis slowly and lightly scratched the surface of the table with the tip of the knife, however he continued to glare at him, the light scratching noise of sharp steel against wood was the only thing that could be heard, Insanis wasn't done, he could simply make the boy say sorry but would that accomplish anything?Insanis had learned in his sixteen years of living that if someone simply apologized they didn't really mean it. Hell Insanis can't remember the last time he ever said sorry and meant it, wait had he even said sorry to anyone? In Insanis' mind sorry was just a phrase to express false feelings.

"So what do you have to say for yourself?" He asks, he doesn't even wait for an answer, he only lets about four seconds pass before reaching over and grabbing Kitty's hair and pulls it so hard his head hits the surface of the table, but not too hard however and he keeps his head pinned down on the table. He leans in so his mouth is just about right near the boy's ear. "I SAID WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELF YOU MESSY SLOB!" He screams right in his ear.

And finally he takes the knife and buries it right in the surface of the table so it's right near Kitty's head. The black hilt stays sticking up and pointing towards the ceiling and Insanis doesn't bother picking it up anymore, he doesn't need it. "Answer me." He whispers venomously to the messy cat boy.

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[presto] The scratching noise reminds Kitty of domesticated cats on their cat posts. It itches at him - he's not domesticated, that's a stupid thing to be. He's here because he wants to be, because the place holds interest for him. Not because they tamed him. Not even in the slightest. Kitty isn't sure why he stopped to listen to the sound of knife on wooden table. It makes the hair on the back of his neck stand up and he fights the urge to twist and attack shadows. (On his back he feels the heavy weight of furious eyes and a shudder runs through his tiny frame. Kitty's tongue darts out, nervously, to lick his bottom lip and he doesn't want to turn around.) The voice is snake-like to his ears, low and controlled and almost hissing in cousin-Insanis's anger: "So what do you have to say for yourself?" One. He's got very little time, and his thoughts race like a terrified hamster on a wheel. Insanis is going to hurt him, it's building up to that point and he knows because it's like Insanis's anger is tangible in the air. Two. Kitty wonders how fast cousin-Insanis can run - can he get to his room, or to one of his brothers-Keeni before Insanis catches hold of him? Kitty's not sure if he can run very fast himself, he's spent enough time around cats to learn to run silently but he's never pitted his speed against someone else's. Three. Can he get to Bear's room? Or maybe Felix's room? Or any of the older brothers who could possibly keep him safe from knife-carrying Insanis? Kitty leans forwards unconsciously, on his toes, ready to run. Four. 'Run now.' He starts to, but he's not fast enough. A hand curls in his thick brown hair and yanks him backwards off his feet. One moment he's midair, the next he's slammed into the table, ear down, pinned down by an angrily shaking hand. Kitty struggles in panic, trying to get leverage to twist free or bite crazy-Insanis's hand. The feelings bubble up in his chest and, too late for pain, too early for anything else, he lets out a little, piteous cry. It's lost in the roar of sound from Insanis: "I SAID WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELF YOU MESSY SLOB! ... Answer me." A knife embeds itself just in front of his face and he flinches away the best he can with Insanis's hand on his head. Silence. A tremor runs through Kitty's spine but otherwise he stays still at Insanis's anger, stays silent in the face of it. He has nothing to say. (He puffs out a small breath of air and squeezes his eyes shut to clear his blurry vision; tears fall unbidden and soak into well-worn wood. Kitty just wants to get away.) [/presto]

[presto] Kitty Keeni D6 . Leo Legrand . 12 Dancin' around big eyes as well We live in cities you'll never see on screen Not very pretty, but we sure know how to run things Living in ruins of the palace within my dreams And you know, we're on each other's team[/presto]

[kousei ♚]

Insanis Keeni

Still no reply huh, this kid must really want to get on my bad side.

If Kitty was trying his best to escape Insanis's anger he wasn't doing a good job, all Insanis wanted was for this kid to show a hint of respect, nothing too big, nothing like bowing down to him, just respect. Insanis had taken the cat as a sign of disrespect, the fact that he had the nerve to leave cat hairs on the carpet just showed he had no respect for Insanis and what he stood for. The fact that Kitty refused to talk showed he had no respect for Insanis and he clearly didn't know what he had done wrong. All Insanis wanted was for the snot-nosed brat to say 'it won't happen again I swear'. Sorry wouldn't help, sorry never meant anything, sorry didn't mean he would never do it again, and Insanis would make sure he didn't do it again, one way or another.

Tense seconds passed, the tension ,fueled by Insanis's anger, was so thick it could be shredded by the same kitchen knife Insanis was holding. Crying wouldn't help Kitty in this situation, crying never helped if you were in Insanis's sadistic hands, no doing exactly what he said when he said it would help. As if crying is going to help this disrespectful brat. Insanis wasn't grinning or smiling, in fact the silence was itching, the silence set his teeth on edge. All he had to do was say the words and Insanis would let him go, the hand still kept the little kid's head pinned down with no side of letting up.

And then he decided to break the silence.

He leaned in so his head was near Kitty's so he was almost whispering in his ear, like a manipulative and evil snake that would make anyone's hair stand up straight."I believe I asked you a question kid, and I think it would be in your best interest to answer me before I really decide to show you my worst side." He says and then finally backs away, he tightens his grip and slightly and gently pushed his face into the wooden table a bit harder. "You see kid I want to make this house livable because I'm going to be living here for a bit I aren't going to live in a junkyard and no little cats or little kids going to mess that up." He loosens his grip ever so slightly. "Are we clear?"

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[presto] Kitty's throat has closed up, the gentle thud-thud-thud of his heart in his ears now speeding like a terrified mother bounding to save her kittens from the horrible butcher-man. (Except that his heart can't save him now.) He feels like he wants to open his eyes and see just how close the knife is to piercing his skin but doesn't want to watch the pain when it happens. It's enough to feel it. 'What does he want?' The cat is long gone now, has probably already forgotten the fury of Kitty's cousin-stranger and is well on its way to finding its own dinner. Yet Insanis-knife-wielder pins him down, causing all kinds of turmoil in Kitty's head as he fights back the past he'd thrown aside. (He doesn't want to think about that.) The silence stretches long and thin, fury emanating from the older boy as he waits... for something that Kitty doesn't know about. 'Does he want me to sit on his feet and purr like the cats do when they know they've something wrong at me?' Kitty would try that if not for the weight bending him over the wood table. Kitty is used to the silence, letting it blanket over him like a layer of faux-safety, as though silence can keep the blade from cruelly piercing his skull, as though silence can stop a bruising grip and a heavy body and warmth trickling from his hair to seep afresh into a blood-crusted pillow. But silence is fragile and more easily scared than he, and Kitty should know by now that it stops nothing. "I believe I asked you a question kid, and I think it would be in your best interest to answer me before I really decide to show you my worst side." The voice chills him and Kitty fights the urge to whimper and jink away like a nervous wild animal. Not that he can move. The bright part about his speaking is that Insanis finally moves away; Kitty welcomes the cooler air attempting to reach his trembling skin under his clothes. The dark side is that Insanis is clearly not done. Kitty's cheek presses harder into the table. From where he is, Kitty can see the little fibres like kitten fur defying gravity sticking up on the table. He imagines they're little people waving at him, each of them with friendly wooden smiles on their tiny faces and Kitty wants to smile back (his smile gets lost in shadow). "Are we clear?" Insanis wants an answer to his question. But which question now that he's said two? If it's the first, Kitty has nothing to say; Kitty says little as it is, and the boy can't understand anything Kitty tries to convey. If the second... He's let up a little to breathe, he assumes, and he turns his head to stare up at stranger-unfriendly-Insanis. Counts to four, breathes in, takes a moment to think of the words, then- "My cats," he whispers, voice rusty from disuse. His cats. [/presto]

[presto] Kitty Keeni D6 . Leo Legrand . 12 Dancin' around big eyes as well We live in cities you'll never see on screen Not very pretty, but we sure know how to run things Living in ruins of the palace within my dreams And you know, we're on each other's team[/presto]