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A little art drop of my Hatchetfield OC Kit :3
“And that’s exactly why you’re not waifu material”
“Richie, I’m giving you three exact seconds to bleach my ears and brain, before I’m shoving your anime figures up your ass”
“Thought you said you had stamina??”
“Shut it, Max.”
Uh-oh! Little kid Kit and Max?? I sure hope neither of them make bad decisions that will impact their future😄
Have this stupid doodle inspired by this little meme I found on Pinterest
A/N: so like.. I haven’t written anything in ages and if I do write something, it’ll probs be something with Kit :3 it’s my first time writing Richie, too, so I hope I did an alright job :)
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“Richie, I need you to shut up before I stab a pencil in my ears and drive the broken halves into my brain. Please to god: stop.” Kit grumbled. She was clearly annoyed as she looked at Richie who was seated across from her, her lower eyelid twitching a little.
Richie, the little nerdy tyke that he is, just goes on rambling about some new and, what seemed like, rather porny new anime he was watching. Kit had, out of curiosity, watched an episode with him and was now unable to get him to stop babbling about it to her. It was getting annoying, to be honest. “But Kit!” Richie complained, sounding hella whiny to Kit. “There’s no way that you’re not at least a little interested! I thought you said you liked girls??”
“Yeah, I do, but not the big-boobed girls in an anime called fucking Bikini Warriors. I disliked it the moment the first half-naked lady came on. I like boobs, not the ones that are made for fan-service, you fucking weeb.” Kit retorted, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Well, you’re big-boobed-“
“SHUT THE FUCK UP, SHITLIPS!”
“Stop punching my friends in the dick, Max”
A/N: little thing before I get back to work :3 not proofread
“You suck.”
“Wha-“
“No. Shut it, Qu-Qu. You suck.”
Kit frowned as she swept the floor of the kitchen classroom in Hatchetfield High. She was tired. Of the day, of the overstimulation of loud people, and of Max. Because Max was a dick first and foremost, even as a boyfriend. So, naturally, he’d smashed icing into Peter Spankoffski’s crotch, to which Kit had yelled at him for. And the teacher had not been amused with the two at all. So, they had to clean up the classroom. After school. On a Friday. For the next three weeks.
“Don’t fuckin’ call me that.” Max grumbled, wiping off the counters. He hated when Kit called him ‘Qu-Qu’, something that lead off of QB: Quarterback. She was a little bitch when she felt like it, but Kit and Max matched in that way. They were both little bitches when it came to it. “And I don’t suck. If you hadn’t yelled at me, you wouldn’t have been here. But I think it’s better this way.” He grinned maliciously.
Kit just gave him a deadpan look, her grip on the broom tightening as if she was contemplating chucking it at his head. It was tempting, but she decided against it. “Maybe if you’d stop touching the dicks of my friends…”
Max flushed a light red. “That’s not- you- don’t word it that way! God!”
“Not God, babe, just me.” She snickered, turning away. Kit was nearly done, just needed to swipe up the remains. This, too, was done fairly quickly. Max, however, seemed to take way longer. Kit wasn’t sure why, until she caught Max admiring her ass in the reflection of the window. “Max! Get to work, dickhead!”
“But baby!” Max grinned, sauntering towards Kit. He turned her to face away from him, pinning her at the counter. Max rested his chin on her shoulder, smirking like a devil. “How can I? You’re wearing those shorts and sweating… ‘s hot, pretty.”
Kit huffed, crossing her arms. “Don’t care. Get back to work. No fucking in the kitchen classroom.” Max put on a ridiculous pout, sticking out his bottom lip and giving her puppy eyes. But Kit wasn’t having it. “No. Nuh-uh. Not now.”
…
“You suck.”
“You swallow.”
“You don’t have a dick.”
“In your dreams I do.”
Tinky follower Kit!!
Had to share the nighthawk plushie I drew for my rp blog @kitkatbrown