25 Unicorn Street- Saturday morning

[throughaphase]

Sure, Kitty was waking up in a new bed and there was a boy there. That was important for roughly four seconds.

Because on the approximate fifth second, she'd realized there were puppies in the room, and clearly it was more important to be on the floor and playing with them. And maybe shrieking with glee once or twice when one of them would try to lick her face.

[For the sorta-hubby, to live the lives we as a people deserve for ourselves.]

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[so_hawkward]

Clint was only slightly awake when he felt the bed moving, but what really got him up was one of the dogs licking his face. "Ugh, dog breath," he said, wiping at his cheek.

He'd notice Kitty soon enough, surely.

[throughaphase]

"The important thing is, dogs," Kitty said from the floor.

[so_hawkward]

Clint rolled over, and then rolled over against because geez, this bed was big, and peered down. "Hi. Do the dogs want to go outside, do you think?" he asked. "They seem friendly but I don't know if they're just hungry."

[throughaphase]

"I dunno," Kitty said thoughtfully. "Maybe both? I wish dogs could talk."

Wasn't gonna help you much when Lockheed could do that, sweetie.

[so_hawkward]

"That'd be funny if they could. I bet these ones are real smart," Clint said, leaning waaaay over the edge of the bed until he was almost falling out. "I'm Clint. Sorry I didn't say that right away." Dogs were kind of distracting.

[throughaphase]

"Hi, I'm Kitty," she smiled. "Don't fall off the bed. You don't want to get hurt. Do you need help getting down?"

[so_hawkward]

"No, I don't need help," Clint said quickly. Then he tried to get up and grunted when he realized he couldn't. "Okay I need help please."

[throughaphase]

"Here," she said, standing up and trying to push his shoulders up so he could at least turn around without facing downwards.

She thought she was helping. Wasn't actually sure if that's what it was in practice.

[so_hawkward]

Well, at least now he was able to roll and get onto his back, but that mostly just meant he was looking at Kitty upside down now. "This bed is too big. It's like that Papa Bear bed from a story."

[throughaphase]

"Maybe there are Baby Bear beds around? I had to sit all the way on the edge and fall off," Kitty admitted.

She hadn't cared, because dogs.

[so_hawkward]

"You told me not to fall 'cause I'd hurt myself. Did you hurt yourself?" Clint asked, looking her over. As well as he could upside down, at least.

[throughaphase]

"No, but I was really careful. And I fell on my feet," she explained. "All the blood's gonna go to your head, you know."

[so_hawkward]

Clint sat up a little and yeah, that was a fun wooshing feeling. "Ooh, cool," he said, laughing. "How'd you get all smart and stuff?"

[throughaphase]

"Practice," she said, and added, "And people don't talk to me like I'm a kid, so I learn stuff."

[so_hawkward]

"How come they don't talk to you like you're a kid. You're a kid," Clint said, finally getting up and scooting safely off of the bed.

[throughaphase]

"I'm an only child. I could play by myself or I can hang out by the grownups," she shrugged.

[so_hawkward]

"I think I'd rather play by myself," Clint said, making a face as he cuddled up to one of the dogs. "My big brother doesn't talk to me like I'm dumb most of the time, so I guess that counts too."

[throughaphase]

"Maybe I can borrow your brother when you're bored with him," Kitty decided.