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Sharon & Laura | All You Can Eat
After Laura returns from her birthday buffet dinner with her Papa #3, she runs into Sharon in the kitchen while getting dessert.
Sharon was out of food.
It was easy to lose track; her caloric requirements fluctuated by how much shifting she engaged in, and on especially active days she could empty her fridge without much thought. Not usually a problem, but today she had failed to thaw any of the frozen meats in a timely fashion -- and she refused to touch the cans of tuna Match had bequeathed her before his departure. It was time to hunt.
Besides, communal food was the best food. Sharon found meals tasted better when seasoned with the knowledge it wasn't going to someone else. One had to establish dominance somehow.
Yet as the girl walked into the main kitchen her appetite suddenly fled. Even her inferior human nostrils could identify That Scent.
Laura was looking in the freezer deciding on one of the pints of ice cream inside before settling on a strawberry flavored one. "Hello Sharon." She said before even seeing the catgirl. Closing the freezer and looked over at her and tried her best Laura smile she could muster. Her friends at her school were trying their hardest for Laura to improve her smile but it was only working half of the time. "How are you this evening?"
The hairs on Sharon's tail bristled as the other girl showed her teeth. Normally Sharon would have bypassed such an encounter by simply slipping away, but her presence had been detected. Ceding territory would be surrender, and every instinct screamed that it was unsafe to show Laura her back. Now she was required to socialize.
"I am hungry," was the curt reply. Sharon sniffed again. "You smell already of many foods," she said accusingly, as if the other girl's satiation was a personal offense.
Grabbing a spoon, Laura moved away from the refrigerator to allow Sharon to get food of her own. Removing the lid and placing it on the counter. "Doug took me to a buffet for my birthday tonight. They told us to leave before I could taste their dessert bar."
She lifted the spoon to her mouth that was full with ice cream and for the first time, she made eye contact with Sharon. She wasn't being threatening but simply being herself, which often came off cold. It was something she was working on. Taking note of the shifts in Sharon's tone and body. Laura was aware that Sharon didn't like her, but for reasons that were unknown to her. It couldn't just be for her strange scent. "You should eat something if you are hungry. Keeping your strength up is important."
Laura had moved aside, but not enough that Sharon felt safe reaching past her. She wished the smaller girl would achieve a safer distance, like the length of a football field.
"I am strong," she retorted, her tail expanding another quarter of an inch. "You are familiar with bite force? For me, this is 1050 PSI. Through rigorous testing this has been determined."
"I believe you." Laura took another bite of her ice cream. "But physical strength wasn't the only thing I was talking about. Feeding your body can also improve mental strength and sometimes that is all you need to win in a fight." Grabbing the lid and walking across the kitchen to get a paper towel to wipe her lower lip. "Or maybe sometimes we eat it because it tastes good, like this ice cream. I never had it before but I like it."
"I eat what I please. Food made for me, but food I hunt also. I am Self Sufficient." Sharon continued to watch the younger girl suspiciously. "You are fed here and outside also. Douglas Ramsay was your escort? This departure I witnessed. A buffet, was this not food enough?"
Laura gentle put down her ice cream as it was her most prized position, her mood shifted significantly - almost into hostile territory. "I can tolerate you watching my every move. I can even tolerate you being rude and I will answer this only once. My mutation means I have heightened metabolism. So yes, it wasn't enough." Her eyes narrowed at her as if Sharon had become her next prey. "When you are locked up for your entire life then you will also understand the love of food I have. Don't insult or question if I have had enough food. Besides asking a girl that implies she is fat, and you are shaming her."
Laura's entire body relaxed and she picked up her ice cream again. "You have a weird flex." She said as she scooped up more ice cream. "You aren't self sufficient when you come to the kitchen looking for food that was supplied by someone else. You are a scavenger at that point."
"Hunting consumes energy. I am merely efficient." The rejoinder almost disguised the way the hairs on the back of her neck had raised at even a glimpse of Laura's anger. Sharon attempted to recover. "You have been locked up all your life," she said, "but 'fat shaming' is known to you?"
"Then I don't understand your flex." Laura looked down at her ice cream. "Friends at school. People come in all shapes and sizes and it is important to accept people for who they are and not what they look like. We don't know their history or what hell they've been through. I beat up people for far lesser words than what you said to me. It is my only reason for being at school, to socialize and learn the norms of my peers. Inside the mansion and outside of the mansion." She looked at Sharon again, "I don't know everything about how it all works, but I do know that words can hurt people more deeply than a cut."
Sharon just stared. All the words sounded right, but something about how they were said felt as if they were being repeated without full understanding. Sharon thought Laura must be drawing from: a catalogue of aphorisms provided as a blueprint to navigate the world. Was this a trap, to lull prey into a false sense of security? Camouflage, so that her true nature would go undetected by those strong enough to challenge her?
Her tail twitched in small, tense twitches. 'Words can hurt people more deeply than a cut,' Laura had said, but Sharon knew what was hidden in the heaviness of her step and the corded muscle of her forearms.
Laura would enjoy her ice cream elsewhere. "Enjoy your hunt." She opened the window that was over the counter and without another word she dropped down. It wasn't a far fall, as they were on the first floor. Taking another spoon full of ice cream she walked off into the darkness.
Sharon was out of food.
It was easy to lose track; her caloric requirements fluctuated by how much shifting she engaged in, and on especially active days she could empty her fridge without much thought. Not usually a problem, but today she had failed to thaw any of the frozen meats in a timely fashion -- and she refused to touch the cans of tuna Match had bequeathed her before his departure. It was time to hunt.
Besides, communal food was the best food. Sharon found meals tasted better when seasoned with the knowledge it wasn't going to someone else. One had to establish dominance somehow.
Yet as the girl walked into the main kitchen her appetite suddenly fled. Even her inferior human nostrils could identify That Scent.
Laura was looking in the freezer deciding on one of the pints of ice cream inside before settling on a strawberry flavored one. "Hello Sharon." She said before even seeing the catgirl. Closing the freezer and looked over at her and tried her best Laura smile she could muster. Her friends at her school were trying their hardest for Laura to improve her smile but it was only working half of the time. "How are you this evening?"
The hairs on Sharon's tail bristled as the other girl showed her teeth. Normally Sharon would have bypassed such an encounter by simply slipping away, but her presence had been detected. Ceding territory would be surrender, and every instinct screamed that it was unsafe to show Laura her back. Now she was required to socialize.
"I am hungry," was the curt reply. Sharon sniffed again. "You smell already of many foods," she said accusingly, as if the other girl's satiation was a personal offense.
Grabbing a spoon, Laura moved away from the refrigerator to allow Sharon to get food of her own. Removing the lid and placing it on the counter. "Doug took me to a buffet for my birthday tonight. They told us to leave before I could taste their dessert bar."
She lifted the spoon to her mouth that was full with ice cream and for the first time, she made eye contact with Sharon. She wasn't being threatening but simply being herself, which often came off cold. It was something she was working on. Taking note of the shifts in Sharon's tone and body. Laura was aware that Sharon didn't like her, but for reasons that were unknown to her. It couldn't just be for her strange scent. "You should eat something if you are hungry. Keeping your strength up is important."
Laura had moved aside, but not enough that Sharon felt safe reaching past her. She wished the smaller girl would achieve a safer distance, like the length of a football field.
"I am strong," she retorted, her tail expanding another quarter of an inch. "You are familiar with bite force? For me, this is 1050 PSI. Through rigorous testing this has been determined."
"I believe you." Laura took another bite of her ice cream. "But physical strength wasn't the only thing I was talking about. Feeding your body can also improve mental strength and sometimes that is all you need to win in a fight." Grabbing the lid and walking across the kitchen to get a paper towel to wipe her lower lip. "Or maybe sometimes we eat it because it tastes good, like this ice cream. I never had it before but I like it."
"I eat what I please. Food made for me, but food I hunt also. I am Self Sufficient." Sharon continued to watch the younger girl suspiciously. "You are fed here and outside also. Douglas Ramsay was your escort? This departure I witnessed. A buffet, was this not food enough?"
Laura gentle put down her ice cream as it was her most prized position, her mood shifted significantly - almost into hostile territory. "I can tolerate you watching my every move. I can even tolerate you being rude and I will answer this only once. My mutation means I have heightened metabolism. So yes, it wasn't enough." Her eyes narrowed at her as if Sharon had become her next prey. "When you are locked up for your entire life then you will also understand the love of food I have. Don't insult or question if I have had enough food. Besides asking a girl that implies she is fat, and you are shaming her."
Laura's entire body relaxed and she picked up her ice cream again. "You have a weird flex." She said as she scooped up more ice cream. "You aren't self sufficient when you come to the kitchen looking for food that was supplied by someone else. You are a scavenger at that point."
"Hunting consumes energy. I am merely efficient." The rejoinder almost disguised the way the hairs on the back of her neck had raised at even a glimpse of Laura's anger. Sharon attempted to recover. "You have been locked up all your life," she said, "but 'fat shaming' is known to you?"
"Then I don't understand your flex." Laura looked down at her ice cream. "Friends at school. People come in all shapes and sizes and it is important to accept people for who they are and not what they look like. We don't know their history or what hell they've been through. I beat up people for far lesser words than what you said to me. It is my only reason for being at school, to socialize and learn the norms of my peers. Inside the mansion and outside of the mansion." She looked at Sharon again, "I don't know everything about how it all works, but I do know that words can hurt people more deeply than a cut."
Sharon just stared. All the words sounded right, but something about how they were said felt as if they were being repeated without full understanding. Sharon thought Laura must be drawing from: a catalogue of aphorisms provided as a blueprint to navigate the world. Was this a trap, to lull prey into a false sense of security? Camouflage, so that her true nature would go undetected by those strong enough to challenge her?
Her tail twitched in small, tense twitches. 'Words can hurt people more deeply than a cut,' Laura had said, but Sharon knew what was hidden in the heaviness of her step and the corded muscle of her forearms.
Laura would enjoy her ice cream elsewhere. "Enjoy your hunt." She opened the window that was over the counter and without another word she dropped down. It wasn't a far fall, as they were on the first floor. Taking another spoon full of ice cream she walked off into the darkness.