meoooow (meoooow) wrote in earth12_logs, @ 2009-03-13 13:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | barbara!computerhacker, kitten!meoooow |
Who: Babs and Kitten
What: Thanks to the all-time low in Gotham crime, Babs is on vacation! Visiting relatives in... Metropolis.
Where: Desmond Department Store
When: Oh, one of these bright city afternoons.
Why: Kitten's sociable, of course! ^.^ EVERYone wants to be HER friend.
Kitten flipped through the dress-rack with expert precision, chattering away into her Greet Kat cell phone earpiece (she'd refused to wear it for the longest time, never mind the brain cancer, only she'd finally found the barettes that matched it in their real brand instead of cheap foreign knockoffs.) "Oh my gawd, Rose, I like, totally know, there's just no talking about it, like, I mean, just--
--just hold on for like, just a second, okay?"
She knew she'd seen that girl in the frumpy black skirt before. Sometime really recent. There was the Lord party last week, the Kord charity ball last month, and then...
the Wayne Valentine's dance. That girl had been dancing with Dick Grayson.
She hung up on Rose.
Once upon a time that knowledge alone would've been enough to release the man-eating moths. But she was mature now. Talented. Resourceful.
Paroled.
And if the plastic hangar here (that had just mysteriously acquired a jagged edge) scraped across the little witch's back as she brushed by, maybe even ripping her shirt, well! That wasn't really Kitten's fault, now was it?
"Ohmygawd! I'm so sorry, I like, totally didn't see you there!!"