Black and Gold [Kiyoshi x Agatha]

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A silky black ear was the first thing to emerge from the sea of blankets, gently moving to best pick up on the activity in the mansion. The head of the cat slowly emerged after the ear, green eyes looking around the room, filled to the brim with curiosity. Agatha found herself wondering what time it was as she slowly drew her paws from beneath the blankets, gingerly testing each one before she jumped from the bed. Her feet landed with a soft pat, only to turn into something that was much more human. The spirit looked around for her clothing and quickly found a freshly washed dress - her freshly washed dress - and slipped it on without much hesitation. It was a little too chilly to be running around in the nude.

As the cat spirit stepped into the hall, she was greeted by a familiar face. She may have offered a slight smile had she been a friendlier person, but she opted to keep her face devoid of emotion. She listened patiently to the other spirit as she spoke, taking in the words with great patience. She was slow in her response, but it was mostly because she didn't really feel like speaking. It was way too early in the morning for this kind of sentiment, or at least, it was for Agatha. Then again, there was never a good time to go spouting off about something that was mushy-gushy and filled to the brim with feels when in the presence of the cat spirit. Kiyoshi was one of the few beings that walked the earth who the spirit had even a twinge of respect for, and that was primarily only because the keeper of the mansion was a real sport who let her stay in the house for very little in return. Had it not been for that fact, Agatha probably would have been more crotchety than she already was. There was no toning it down with the cat, as she preferred to go all out at all times. There was no use in biting back her sass, as it was the sass that made her great.

"Thats real cute," the cat threw in a dramatic eye roll as the icing on the sarcastic statement cake, hiding the fact that she was perhaps a little touch. That being said, she wasn't about to let Kiyoshi onto the fact that she cared. Though Agatha knew full well the keeper of the mansion wasn't a fool, she was simply too stubborn for her own good. As she'd just decided to get out of bed, the cat stretched her arms above her head, unleashing a mighty yawn. "I slept well enough, though I swear to you there is a draft." The cat spirit was a lover of the sunshine and a warm window sill, so it was probably to be expected that she complained about all different kinds of coolness. That being said, there were plenty of good places to curl up and sleep, so she had no reason to complain. Being inside a room, no matter how 'drafty' it was, was better than being out on the street.

"As far as food goes, I would appreciate some fish," the lack of emotion the expression on the spirit's face held made it uncertain whether she would actually appreciate the fish or not, but as the two spirits had known each other for a while Agatha felt she could assume that Kiyoshi would realize she was telling the truth. "I've been craving fish lately, though I'm not quite sure what type of fish I would prefer." The raven-haired creature suddenly took great interest in her fingernails, picking around her cuticles with great interest.

"Do you know what type is in season now?" Agatha may not have known what type of fish she would have preferred, but she knew that she liked them to be fresh regardless of their species. "Actually, do you have the ingredients for a chocolate cake? I'm kind of feeling a little sweet."

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The smile that was constantly sitting upon Kiyoshi's undoubtedly ancient face was enough to make Agatha want to crawl back in bed and stay there for an eternity, but she figured she could stomach it if there were treats on the line. Food was a great motivator for the cat spirit and chocolate cake was perhaps the greatest motivator of them all. Agatha actually thought that the ignorant human women were onto something when she had overheard them chattering about how chocolate could fix everything. She knew the words applied to emotional issues and not those of the physical sort, so she figured a little chocolate might make her a little more... hospitable. Not that she really cared about who she irritated, of course.

Agatha merely waved her hand in a passive gesture when Kiyoshi offered to look into the draft. Truth be told, Agatha didn't care that much, and she really was just looking for a reason to complain. The weather was mild, not too hot nor too cold, but the cat much preferred the cooler weather. It was much easier to sleep when it was cool and snow was perhaps the most fascinating precipitation she had ever encountered. She really couldn't wait for winter, and if anything a chilly draft simply fueled this longing for the cold. Though the cat would have loved to just ignore the second half of the mansion's keeper's statement, she couldn't bring herself to. That being said, she was none to delicate about the matter. "Maybe you've just not found your optimal sleeping conditions." It probably wasn't the case, but Agatha didn't actually know what she should have said -- if anything.

Green eyes followed the older spirit's gaze as she looked out the window. Though it was beautiful, Agatha much preferred to be inside. Once she was in, it was harder for people to get her out. If she were to leave, there was always the possibility that she wouldn't be allowed back. When she went outside she caused nothing but mischief, anyway. She liked it that way, but most of the people in Seaside didn't. Luckily, this crop of freshman wouldn't know enough to look out for her. A devious smile crept across Agatha's face as she was quite pleased with the thought. It seemed she would have to get out sooner than she may have liked.

Good ol' Kiyoshi was always a real sport, being both good and bad for the cat girl. In response to being a 'fine lady', Agatha merely offered a snort. She really did find the notion to be hilarious -- there was nothing about the cat spirit that was fine or ladylike. As far as the funds went, she was genuinely surprised that Kiyoshi had kept asking about these things when she could have guessed the answer. Agatha hardly left, so there was little she could do for money, lest she took up some hobby and began knitting scarves and selling them to the peasants.

"I'm afraid I have empty pockets," it was quite clear that Agatha wasn't too sorry about the fact, but she did feel a little guilty doing such things to Kiyoshi. With that in mind, she figured the only thing she could do was pledge her services as some form of repayment. "I do live here, so I suppose I could earn it somehow." The lack of enthusiasm in the cat's voice made it quite clear that she would not work all that willingly, but she didn't think such tones of voice would do much to deter the other spirit from giving her a task to do.

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It was quite obvious by the silvery spirit's posture that she had truly been plagued with sleeplessness, though Agatha thought it would be rude to comment upon such things. The spirit looked little worse for wear, though the cat found herself wondering what it was that was bothering the woman. She'd always been cheerful and polite, but there was always the possibility that such things were just a ruse. Agatha wasn't known for doing such things, but she had been around long enough to have witnessed them, especially in some of the houses where she had sought refuge. Her green eyes noticed many things, though she rarely acted upon it. She was far too selfish to extend any condolences, though in this particular situation her heart went out to the one being affected. If there was something she could do to help she would probably do it, if a little reluctantly.

The man that escaped the room didn't receive a smile from the cat, who allowed a scowl to perch upon her face as she usually did. There was once a time when someone had told her that it took more muscles to frown than to smile, only to have the cat come back with an obscenely insulting remark that was better left undocumented. Those who found problems with the cat's attitude usually received more of it. Pointing it out only made matters worse. That was probably the reason she had the willingness to put up with all of Kiyoshi's cheer; the butterfly let all of the cat's snarky remarks slide. It was almost as if she clothed herself in an armor that was sass-proof, and that's something that people needed when they were going to be experiencing the cat for days on end. For a split second Agatha wondered if she had gotten onto Kiyoshi's nerves, though she thought it better to push the thought aside.

For some odd reason, the cat spirit didn't believe that Kiyoshi thought her lack of money was unfortunate. It just meant that the cat spirit would be slightly more likely to help her out around the place, which (luckily for Agatha) wasn't all that infested with humans... save for those days of the silly poker tourneys that the keeper hosted. During such times Agatha usually reverted to her cat form and found a window to lay in, clawing any who approached her and referred to her as a 'nice kitty'. The thought caused a look of disgust to spread rapidly across the female's face, though she wasn't about to allow anyone else into her thoughts.

As fate would have it, the one thing that Agatha couldn't stand was the one thing Kiyoshi needed help with. The cat was about to spit out a big fat no, but as soon as the 'faucet incident' was brought up she didn't dare to refuse so profoundly. The cat didn't remember the incident with fondness of any kind, preferring to put it out of her mind so that she wasn't more sour than she usually was. There didn't seem to be any choice she had in the matter, so she found herself in a position where she was forced to agree... all for some stupid cake.

"If you intend to have me deal cards at your little shindig, that cake must be top notch," Agatha's tone was flat, but it was clear she was serious. She was half tempted to shift into her semi-human form and pin her ears back just to show her distaste. "On top of that, I have thoroughly explained that the faucet incident was an accident," the prideful cat was clearly haunted by the memory, wanting to get a towel just thinking of it, "so I would appreciate it if it were never spoken of again." The raven-haired female straightened her back and stood tall, proud. If her nose was tilted any higher it may have touched the ceiling.

Kiyoshi should consider herself lucky.