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"ARE YOU STUPID?" She yelled, taking a menacing step closer. A few pebbles fell from the ceiling. "I want my fortune! Give me my fortune! I got your stupid pebble and now I want my fortune!" Oleander stomped, turning in very angry, frantic circles. There was a whine to her voice. "You aren't acting fair."
Letting Oleanderkit have her outburst, Brat excitedly held out all four of her paws and tried to frantically catch the pebbles as they fell from the ceiling. She missed most of them, but caught a few and tucked them hurriedly into her pouch; one or two of them she bit down on a few times to check their authenticity, but most she just took at their word. Oh, this was a good day - she was swimming in wealth. Oleanderkit stomped and shouted above her and she hardly heard her, eyes bright with gleeful triumph as she lay there on her back.
"Fair?" she finally crowed, locking her pouch and pushing herself up into a messy sitting position. "What's fair 'bout life, 'dander? My mom's dead, your mom's dead - who needs fairness when you got DOUGH?" She scooped up two pawfuls of pebbles from the earth around her and held them in front of Oleanderkit's face, looking truly deranged for a second as she shook them, wide-eyed. Then she laughed and threw them over her head; they clattered behind her, spitting off the ground and clacking against the walls. "Okay, okay, ya want ya fortune? I'll tell you what - you've been a hoot, so I'll play along. This one's on the house." Like she hadn't just received payment. She rearranged herself, scooting closer, and picked up Oleanderkit's forepaws again, flipping them over to study the pads. She frowned, 'mming' and tutting. Then, finally, she dropped her paws. "Shame, that." Letting out a sigh, she brushed herself off and, with her little pouch thumping against her thigh, turned and started off again down the tunnel, more calmly this time. "Real shame."
Her mother's death had never been a conscious inconvenience to her — she had Moonblight (or, well, she did), and she had herself — but to hear it brought up so casually, like the well-known knowledge it was, almost stung. This time, when Brat took her paws, she didn't look down, she didn't fix the angry look on her face, and she didn't trust it for a minute — and her wariness was proven right the second the kit got up and ran only moments later. Oleanderkit didn't move, only stared and watched her leave with a furrowed, set look, face burning with something she couldn't quite place. Tears welled in her eyes, she bit her lip.
Brat hadn't been hoping Oleanderkit would follow her and continue their game of want-and-denial - but she had been expecting it. She padded away, perfectly happy and with great, dancing steps, humming to herself as her pouch bumped against her flank; but the further she got, the more apparent it became that there was only silence behind her. No pawsteps, no demands for anyone's money back. Finally, she stopped and turned just enough to look back down the gloomy tunnel. Oleanderkit looked like she was... crying. Brat frowned, pelt crawling with familiar discomfort.
"Ohh, come on, come on," Brat piped up, trying to cheer her up but sounding distinctly out of her depth and ill-equipped to do so as she trotted back to her. Really, she was incredibly uncomfortable around outpourings of emotion; she didn't know what to do about them, so Oleanderkit had to get back to her usual self nice and quick. She laughed awkwardly, brushing around to nudge her shoulder against Oleanderkit's side a few times. "It's just a bit of deception! Y'know! A con! You want your rock back? Here." She rifled about in her pouch, doubled over herself. Finally, she held her paw out to brandish a rock that was definitely not the one Oleanderkit had initially given her. She held it closer. "Here! Just don't..." She pulled an uncomfortable, wincing face and, sitting back on her hindlegs, gestured wildly and vaguely at Oleanderkit's whole being. Brat laughed, a panicked, crawling rush of air. "Better? Are you- have you stopped?" She moved closer and leaned up to peer at the older kit's eyes, still wincing.
