Kas (left) and Vera (right) + characters mentioned in the story (c) Gothbunnyboy & Ketzio11
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This is part 3 in a series :) This is also FILLER. Just some character-building and whatnot >w<
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"Potatoes?!" Kas exclaimed in faux-horror and suspense as he gave Vera a judgmental look. They stood between racks of clothes in a thrift shop as people drifted rapidly; looking for the last desperate vestments for their Halloween garb.
"Shush!" Vera hurriedly forced her palm over his mouth; squinting at him as her tail gusted back and forth against the forsaken articles of clothing left on the rack. The slight movement caused the wire hooks to jangle loudly which resulted in passing furs taking notice. She slowly removed her hand.
"Okay, okay!" Kas dropped his tone slightly and placed a hand on his hip. "Seriously, though, why with the potato-fast? Vera, you're not fat. I mean, you have hardly any meat on you at all!"
"Uh-huh." she rolled her eyes and looked back to the clothing, tastelessly swatting through them. "I love you and your opinion, Kas, but my little cousin wore one of my shirts yesterday and... it was very baggy on her."
"Sweetie, she's like 8 or something." He smiled; losing sight of the topic at hand. "How is the little cutie?"
"Firstly, she's 10, and secondly, gay." Vera said bluntly as she fished out a shirt.
"Excuse me?" Kas sounded almost offended.
"She keeps asking me questions about girls and stuff -- it's... blech... it's a dumb phase, no offense, but these things work differently for girls and--"
"No offense? 'Cause I'm the spokes-jackal for all homosexuals? Cute, Vera."
"You're adorable when you get all flustered" Vera pinched his cheek and made a cooing noise. Kas did not retaliate. "Anyways -- she is probably trying to get my attention or something and I would rather not talk about that. It's really, really gross."
"Well," Kas looked back at her. "I didn't mean what is she turned on by; I just wanted to know if she was okay... after that 'loose-staple-in-her-skull' thing, I'm worried about my little buddy!"
"Oh, well, she's fine. I mean she has a bunch of appointments still... but yeah." Vera trailed off looking at the growing stack of clothing on Kas' arms She was ashamed. She did not like the thrift store as Kas and their collective Opossum friend, Zara, did. She never understood how being 'poor' or acting 'poor' was hip to them. Oh well.
Kas took his bundle of clothes and headed for the counter with Vera. Outside they could see Zara smoking in the afternoon overcast.
"You are going to look so cute in these, Kas!" the older man behind the counter exclaimed while ringing them up. He was a gigantic and handsome panda with weird tribal-looking tattoos -- Vera sighed and rolled her eyes. She noticed how Kas was giggling and blushing at the attention and she wanted badly to question their relationship.
"12 dollars even, cutie." The panda said with a smile directed at Kas that was so transparently flirty that Vera wanted to gag. She fished out her phone and checked it; the background was still a selfie of her and her crush, Hunter. It still made her smile seeing his mismatching ears: one rigid and one floppy. Though, his non-symmetrical good looks didn't change the fact that she was cross with the lack of new texts. She really wanted a bombardment.
Kas promptly paid and they made for the door.
Zara glanced at them as they walked out and Vera avoided eye contact; still feeling the uncomfortable ramifications of Kas' flirting. Other people's love made her uneasy, jealous and gave her a weird pit in her stomach. She watched as Zara flicked her cigarette into a puddle on the street.
There was no traffic as the street was blocked off so little kids could walk from business to business to collect treats, stickers, as some of the more inconspicuous buildings offered coupons and samples. Pumpkins, ghouls, spider webs and orange and black confetti decorated the street as the three teens began walking.
Small children in their hodgepodge of costumes wandered between them and Zara scoffed.
"Drones. Really in bondage to a dollar bill -- glorious dollar or Gernium." She strode her eyes towards the make-up shop and they all crossed together.
"Gernium?" Vera questioned absentmindedly as she watched a little girl in a hoodie with shaggy hair clinging to a pumpkin pail on the sidewalk. Struck by nostalgia -- Vera couldn't help but think of herself as a little kid.
"You know: the king whose touch transformed everything into money!" Zara informed.
Kas giggled; stuffing some skittles into his mouth from his pocket of perpetual candy. "Midas, sweetie, and it was gold."
"No.. noooo... this was an older story before the bible." she noticed Vera's spacey eyes while she waited for a groan of discontent. "Uhhh. I think Vera is daydreaming about Hunter again."
"What!?" Vera jumped taking her gaze off of the nostalgia. "Just... thinking... shut up."
"Geeze, don't get your panties in your cunt. Don't want to wear it out." Zara knew that would get a rise out of the easily-offended coyote.
"You are so gross you don't even... uugh! Kids can hear you!" Vera huffed; folding her arms.
"You're just grumpy because Hunter is hanging out with his fuckbuddy." Zara was, of course, referring to their mouse friend, Lana, who was childhood friends with Hunter.
"NO! I'm not, I will go home, I don't even, like, care about your Halloween party!" Vera roared in defiance -- stomping her foot.
"Calm down, Vera. Z is just being a meanie like she always is." Kas incoherently interjected with cheeks still full of skittles as the three of them walked into the cosmetic store.
"Do I really have to dye my hair red?" Vera abruptly whined to change the subject; attempting to distract herself from the fact that Zara called Lana Hunter's 'fuckbuddy'.
Zara and Kas both nodded their head eagerly.
"Uuuugh." She sulked "Fine -- I just don't really like redheads all that much..."
"Liiiiiiike Lana?" Zara chimed in with a girly giggle of 'OOH, I GOT YOU'.
"Perfect!" Kas interrupted and snatched up eye shadow. He spun once and took a pose for his friends, pouting his lips cutely, and curling his tail around his body. His ears went low and he narrowed his eyes taking a deep, singsong voice: "Howdya' do? I... see you met my... faithful... HANDY man!"
"He's just a little brought down because when you knocked..." Zara carried on in a similar sing style inflection "...he thought you were the... candy man!"
Vera sighed feeling puzzled and left out. "I... I honestly don't know about you guys."
"Rocky Horror, A-cups?" Zara butted in; raising an eyebrow.
"Oh... I uh... forgot..." Vera blushed and looked down fidgeting with some nail polish on the counter.
Zara and Kas took a look at one another and back at her.
"Have you never actually watched it?" Kas queried as gently as possible.
"Ehhh, a loooong time ago." Vera shyly lied; clearing her throat and avoiding eye contact.
"So, when you said you would dress up as Columbia...?" Zara stepped in.
"I, uh, only agreed because, um, well, Hunter..." she gulped, "...and you and, uh, and Kas... said it was... cute and... um..." She was very embarrassed.
"Oh, sweetheart!" Kas exclaimed as he very delicately embraced her side with a very unnecessarily grope-y hand gesture. "We'll fix that shit when we get home!"
Vera quickly examined her phone in hopes for an excuse out of this embarrassment.
1 new text.
"Hey Vera I mss you. ~ H."
"Oh crap! I gotta take this call!" Vera lied as she slammed her thumb on the 'Call Back' key; making her way hastily out of the store.
"Whoa! Hey!" the voice of her crush spoke softly; answering the call in one ring. "Th-that was pretty fast. I just texted you a minute ago a-"
"Hey!" She chirped and wiggled; standing outside of the store and looking up at the gray afternoon sky. "You... I mean, uh, are we going out tonight... as a group, still?"
"Well, yeah... I'm almost done with my Riff Raff costume and... h-hey, are you okay?"
"I'm fine. Uhh." her tone became more prying in an instant. "What are you doing with Lana?"
"Oh! I-I took her and Zaily to see a scary movie and get lunch." Vera could hear wind blowing on his end. "Zaily is pretty excited because her boyfriend is coming to town in a few-"
"So it's not like a date or something, right?" her spine tingled as she realized how suspicious that sounded. "NOT that I would care." Vera gave an obviously nervous chuckle; pressing her back to the building slowly in self-detest.
"Um. N-no? Why would you ask that, silly?"
"No reason." she tried to segue out of her accusation smoothly. It wasn't very smooth. "Have you even seen Rocky Horror yet?"
"Yeah! I really love it! I got the tablature book for guitar and stuff!"
"Oh, cool." she gazed at the sky as small flecks of water danced down at times. "Soooo. My parents are.. not home... and um... I am kinda scared to be home alone tonight."
"Again? Yikes! I n-need to give them a book on parenting with how bad they are with you." they both giggled in agreement. "We-well, my parents and my little sister are actually at my 'nan's' house so if you wanted to stay over tonight after we hang out with everyone else, you could."
Vera did a small eager dance silently mouthing: 'Yes!' She was unaware that both Kas and Zara watched with mischievous little giggles.
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Vera strode into the shower knowing that Zara and Kas would be fine to their own devices in her parlor room; unaware that they were gossiping about her and Hunter. It was so obvious that they had crushes on each other it was almost painful to watch.
Vera drifted into the shower; washing off the anxiety and eager for an evening at a party. She could accurately project how the night will go: Kas and Zara will ditch them to be social and flirt, as they always did, and Vera would be left alone with Hunter. Hunter was more awkward at parties than she was -- and considering neither of them drank or did recreational drugs -- they would just be watching a bunch of teenagers lose their ability to speak properly and stand up straight. They would inevitably sit alone on a patio or driveway all night.
Maybe, just maybe, he would even try to kiss her... and she would totally let him.
She sighed; beginning to pet herself southward. Even the slightest touch made her tremble as she had abstained from masturbating for months and, hormonally, she was a mess.
However, it was important to her.
Her thoughts drifted to Hunter as she imagined brushing the flap of his boxers aside, revealing an ideally sized member akin to how much she adored him, opening her mouth as wide as she could and taking in his thick--
A loud banging on the door startled her.
"HEY! I gotta run an errand for my oh-so prodigious and amazing family." It was Zara screaming as loud as she could. Yeesh. "I'll pick up Hunter and bring him over so you get yourself good and clean, babe!" she giggled from outside the door. "Remember to clean that pus--"
"I will murder your face off!" Vera shrieked; trying to match her shrill voice to Zara's almost masculine yelling.
"Love you too!" Zara's voice faded as she drifted away.
Sighing, Vera hurriedly finished her shower; dying the bangs of her hair red in the process. She watched, amused, as the crimson sludge spun down the drain and she thought morbidly of gore in bad horror movies.
As she slithered out of the shower, she tediously and meticulously blow-dried her fur and hair, always keen to be very dry. She grabbed a can of cheap colored hair spray to touch up on her red bangs then she slipped on her underwear and tightly wrapped her towel around her chest.
Vera admired how the red bangs looked for a bit as she turned her body in faux modeling positions just to see just how much fatter she probably got in the past day and a half.
Oh well. She wasn't TOO much fatter at least.
She zipped across the hall and into her room.
"Hey, Vera!" Kas spoke up as she entered; shock and horror taking her to the point where she dropped her colored hair spray on the floor.
Kas was dressed in lingerie and a leather jacket with powder blue eye-shadow. It was a bit terrifying for the uninitiated. This was only his costume, she hoped, but dreaded him confessing to some form of sexual deviation. He fiddled with her DVD player, within her dresser drawer, and finally got what he was aiming to play.
"Brace yourself~" Kas shot his hands out in anticipation as he lie on the floor.
"Look, I, um, you're like my best friend and a brother to me and stuff but I'm not sure if you really want to... make yourself straight for me. I sort of have a crush and--"
"What?! No, no.... brace yourself for the movie, silly!" Kas lifted an eyebrow at her with a bit of a sassy hip grab. "Besides, you're not really my type. What with the boobs and all." He smiled at her from the floor and then pointed to her bed. "We need to straighten your hair!"
"Oh." Vera sighed in relief and set her towel down. Reverting back to her original perception of Kas after that little scare, she proceeded to haphazardly walk around half naked; fearing no consequence from him. "So, um," she approached the edge of the bed as anti-piracy messages flashed on her TV screen. "Is my character at least cool?" She plopped her butt down on her bed and eyed the amazon package with her costume presented to her by her little jackal friend.
Kas was the one who helped her decide on which character to be, anyways, so she barely even looked at it. Now was as good a time as any. She fished open the box as Kas grabbed the hair straightener.
"G-gah!" She lifted first the top hat and then the very slim and revealing one piece. "Hunter can't see me in this!"
"Heeee wiiiiill looooove it!" Kas giggled as he poked a starburst into his mouth. "Shush your cute face!"
"B-but, I will look like a..." she lowered her tone to a whisper as she zeroed in to Kas' face. "...a whore."
"A Rocky Whore-or?" Kas exploded into a fit of giggles, clearly proud of himself, and she nudged his arm hard.
"Stop being a jerk before I tell Adam, from Social Studies Class, that you're only into him because he has a Corvette!" Vera pouted at him.
"But that's true!" Kas attempted to say through his laughter.
"Ah, come on, Kas! There's no way Hunter would like this skimpy thing."
"It seems, my dear sweet Vera, that you forgot that nice boys like pervy things sometimes too." Kas clamped the hair straightener over her; wielding it like an almighty wand of magical hair manipulation. "I'm sure he'll have a hard time hiding his shame... among other things."
"Well, uh..." Vera started.
"Also!" Kas interjected. "Could you like... perk your ear up or something? It's messing with my totally advanced hair-straightening skills."
Vera sneered at him; knowing full well that he recognized her annoyance in having barely any control over her ear movements. Though her ears did freak out whenever she was startled by something. All Kas needed to do was pull out a knife and it'd do the work for him.
Either way, she decided to ignore his dickery.
"Well, I mean," she continued. "I'm sure he'll be in something all cool and stuff." Vera froze in time; holding the one-piece in front of her as she couldn't stop thinking about her disgusting sausage legs jutting out of the bottom and her horrible back rolls globbing out of the top.
"Hunter is going to be wearing a silver tunic and fishnets like these." Kas gestured to the ones he was wearing. "You're probably going to laugh your ass off so, no worries, you're not going as the weirdest looking character."
"Oh." Vera tried to think of what that would look like and the androgynous images she came up with were more than ideal. "I see." she almost perversely slurred.
"Besides, I'm sure Hunter has more to worry about in that getup than you do, Ms. Potato-diet." Kas playfully poked her amorphous body.