“I said, we can get a puppy after you clean your room.” She crossed her arms and sighed. “Last time I checked, your room is still dirty.”
☼ —- "Dirty to you!“ She stuck out her tongue, but immediately began to morph her features into the almighty puppy dogeyes as she realized that, if the work was done quicker, the sooner they’d have a little canine prancing around.
☼ —- ”Don’t you wanna help me, sis?“ Cue bottom lip sticking out.
A startled yelp slipped past slightly chapped lips at the pat to his back, and Crona turned on his heel again, this time more than a little intent on keeping the girl in front of him. Patti was a nice person, and he had often wondered how someone could always have such a permanent smile on her face, but at times she was a little bit too full on for his nervous personality. Especially without the rest of the group to create distractions. And especially without Maka.
“O-oh, that’s good….” He murmured, hands unconsciously moving to brush out imaginary creases from his clothes. He honestly didn’t understand; how was Patti always so excitable? Didn’t she get tired?? He knew he’d get tired if he used even half the energy that Patti seemed to on a daily basis, and didn’t her face ever hurt from smiling too much? He’d honestly never had that happen to himself, but Maka had often chastised others for making her cheeks hurt after laughing too hard. Or perhaps it was that Patti had long since gotten used to smiling and laughing that much? That must be nice, really, to smile and laugh so often that you barely even noticed it any more.
Oh, so skittish, as always. Sometimes she wondered if he would ever take a little break - no, a nice, long vacation - from himself, in his anxious aspect. Crona seemed rather high-strung to her, if not to everyone, and it was obvious that times (even if of fleeting moments) of happiness should most definitely be freely handed out to him.
It just a little too bad that Patti was a bit unfamiliar with near almost everything needed to make Crona laugh - like, perhaps, personal space. She was always one to catch onto things quickly - even though she might forget later - and she made a small mental note to keep herself at a comfortable distance from him. But what exactly a comfortable distance was, she didn’t know yet. Trial and error would come in handy later.
And he was always thinking! It seemed to her that he was always either absorbed in thought or…well, kind of just sitting there, by himself. Sometimes, she wondered what he could possibly be thinking of. It had to be interesting if he was always pondering over it, right?
She felt some sort of awkwardness radiating from Crona as he fiddled with his clothes, and Patti was going to have none of that. None at all.
☼ —— “Crona~! You were goin’ to the lunch room, weren’t ya? Do you wanna come with me?” Her voice went low again, and she looked around to make sure no one else would hear.
Patti doubted that he was actually headed to lunch room - there were many places in the direction he had been walking other than the cafeteria - and God, it was still early morning. But that didn’t mean stealing food for later was a bad option, was it? Snacks for all!
⊀❀⊁ Watching Patti’s face light up at her question brought a smile to her face as well. She was such a joy to have around, her and her sister both.
”Yeah it looks just like her!” It wasn’t too bad, Patti’s art was very cartoonish but it always was accurate. “I think she will really like it. Is it a gift for her?” It was times like this that she wished her father wasn’t such an ass so that maybe she would have a sibling.
Very much like Maka to know so easily - never mind that it could be coined obvious, as Patti was usually one to shower her sister with simple (sometimes even questionable) presents.
☼ —— “Yup, and she better like it, or I’ll kick her ass!” Her head nodded once in compliment, and she flashed a quick grin - both as a sign of her thanks, and of some mischievousness. Patti truly doubted that she would have to do such a thing, but if circumstances applied…there would be no stopping her.
Patti was, at the best of times, an extremely energetic person. She was bright and loud and lively in ways that Maka wasn’t, and he found himself shrinking back in alarm as the girl stepped into (and then completely invaded) what he’d come to know as his ‘personal bubble’. Hands came up to cross over his torso self consciously, and Crona took an unconscious step back, if only to give himself a little breathing room.
“A-ah, do I??” Alarmed, Crona turned, craning his neck in an attempt to get a glimpse at his rear. However, the high collar of his robe was far too stiff and restricting to allow him that much movement, and instead of getting a look, all the boy managed to do was turn on his heel twice. Why were his clothes dirty?? He’d made sure to pick out clean clothes this morning! What was he supposed to do?? He barely knew how to deal with dirty clothes as it was!
Poor him, really. Even if all of her laughs were quiet and the little tears brimming at the edges of her eyes were gone, she still wouldn’t have felt any remorse for her tricks. In that exact moment, Patti made the resolve to hang around Crona more often - his reactions were more or less in the same category as Kid’s, and while not overtly so, they were still amusing.
☼ —— “Nope - gotcha~! Yer butt’s as clean as ever, haha!” She gave him a firm little pat on the back before backing off, doing her best to settle down, but to no avail - a giggle still slipped out.
It was impossible to miss Patti’s voice in the hallway, despite how crowded and uncomfortably loud it had gotten over the last hour or so. Turning on his heel, Crona turned his head towards the source of the chaos, the corners of his lips twitching upwards uncertainly.
“A-ah, good morning, Patti…"
Arms swinging wildly as she flung herself down the way, she jumped abruptly next to Crona, face beaming. In truth, she had half-expected him to disregard her, or at least to attempt to flee - their personalities clashed greatly, and it was always apparent. Still, he had returned her greeting, and Patti was fairly excited about it.
☼ —- ”Hullo!“ She said again, her voice loud and clear, though it lowered and grew accusatory as she moved a littler closer to him with a sly look on her face. ”Ya know ya got dirt on your butt, right~♪?“ { Was it a false fact…or was it true? }
♔➡ Liz sighed but let out a gentle smile. Sure her sister disturbed her, but at the same time it was her sister
“I’m your sister; I know all.” She joked with her.
☼ —- “Hah, right!” There was no doubt in her mind that she did know all things - well, almost all, to say the least. Snuggling her way down onto the couch, she propped her head up on her palms and laid her elbows on her sisters thighs, looking at the issue in the older girls hands.
☼ —- “Why ya readin’ this garbage again, huh~?” Honestly, there were so many other things that could be read; like stories about people who chopped off monsters heads, for instance. But no, Liz chose to look at silly photos of people with weird clothes and endless pages of what seemed to be celebrity gossip. How b-o-r-i-n-g.
❀— “Hey Patti, whatcha drawing?” She asked peering over the blonde’s shoulder.
She had always liked it when people were interested in her little drawings. Quickly her crayons were put down, and she leaned back so as to put her work on full display; Maka had come at the perfect time, just as she had finished.
☼ —-“Kya~, can’t ya tell?” She asked, though she didn’t bother waiting for an answer. "It’s onēchan!“ { Patti planned on later giving it to her older sister - she had always seemed to like things of the sort. }
♔➡ Liz was sitting at the couch, reading the newest issue of her favorite magazine. Looking toward the corner of her eye, she awaited her sister’s attack.
“I know it’s you, Patty.”
Ah, what a way to spoil the fun. She jumped onto her sister nonetheless.
☼ —- “How'dija guess~♪?” Of course, she was almost always spotted out - Liz knew her too well to be frightened by most of her antics, though there were always exceptions.
❥ ✩ ] The small cat weaved between the legs of the three, meowing loudly. “Nyyaaa!~! Have you three seen Mako around~? Maybe Spirit?”
Her immediate reaction was to tug on the cat’s tail, though she settled for a thorough stroking of the smooth fur on her back. Her compulsive side continued to itch for a yank, but Patti wasn’t really in the mood to get scratched…quite yet, anyways.
☼ —- “Kitty, kyahaha~!” She made obligatory meowing sounds (like she normally did around the feline) as she completely disregarded the question being asked, figuring that Kid or Liz would be able to answer it with more valuable information than she – but who’s to say she would’ve answered it even if she did know?
The flower, innocently was awaiting for a friend, not only a friend, a hyper active, fun spirited friend by the name of Patti. With her balance on her heels she bounced back and forth awaiting the demon pistol to show up. With her skills as a ninja she couldn’t hear or sense the blonde coming her way. So when her hand connected onto the tall weapon’s shoulder it definitely surprised her. With a small gasp, Tsubaki tried so hard to stay composed.
“—P-Patti! Holy Lord Death!“ She screamed holding her hand above her chest, trying to catch a breath.
Perfect - the sneak attack had worked! And she was in no way at all disappointed with the little, momentary heart failure she had created – it showed on her beaming face. The usual, goofy grin she was adorned with took over as she laughed yet again, thoroughly amused by the shock she had caused Tsubaki.
☼ —- ”You got scared, ya big baby~♪!“ Her voice was sing-song in her mocking, continuous giggles weaving themselves into her speech as she pointed an accusing, but harmless finger at the young woman.
