[magpie!]

I'm not a coffee or tea fan, so I thought I would make a smoothie kal!

this kalon had an argument earlier in the day, but didn't think
of a comeback until they were in the shower that night.

what was the argument, and what was their shower thought comeback?

you can tell me through art and/or writing!

there are no limits to this competition,
but please keep your entries reasonable! :">

prettying up is highly encouraged! I'm a very visual person.

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[list][b]username;[/b]
[b]kalon name;[/b]
[b]kalon gender;[/b]
[b]prompt;[/b][/list]

this ends December 7th at 8pm EST!

edits;
[s] hair, shine
[c] tail
[uc] fur, ears

[WiltedLovers]

Mark

[epilogue]

username; bed time
kalon name; riley ruby
kalon gender; female

"ma'am, i'd like to speak to your manager!"

the scene replayed over and over in riley's head as the cold water rinsed over her. she mimicked the woman's high pitched, nails on a chalkboard-like voice as she washed her hair.

"well karen, i am the manager!" riley huffed to herself as she began to rinse the suds out of her hair.

then she stopped.

"WHY DIDN'T I SAY THAT?" she sputtered out.

may pretty up later if i have time

[redhorizon]

Mark!! I have an addiction to blueberry smoothies so oh my goodness

[Thani]

username;
kalon name;
kalon gender;
prompt;

BABY
huge mark

[Danger! High Voltage]

mark with 2 responces a sarcastic one and a S L A P!

[Knickknacks]

username; knickknacks
kalon name; janus
kalon gender; male
prompt;
"Dover- seriously!" Janus insisted, shaking his crewmate as much as he dared. "You’ve been piloting for too long. You need to rest. Just get up and switch out with me."

"Nah, I’m good," the other kalon answered absently, his hands clasped around the controls of their ship. The only hint that he was annoyed was a slight twitch of his jaw. Normally, Janus would have preferred to jump into hyperspace for a trip like this, but they hadn’t been able to afford a ship with that capability on top of the rest of the supplies for their expedition. So their small crew had to settle for this shuttle, and about three days of straight flying to the other end of their galaxy.

Dover and Janus were the only certified pilots among them, but the two had their differences over how these things should work. That is- each was certain he was a better pilot than the other. But Janus was starting to get seriously concerned- their differences aside, it wasn’t healthy to stay awake for this long. Dover was exhausted, he could tell. Their safety could be at risk if he didn’t give up the job soon.

"I’m serious," he said, grabbing the other kalon’s arm, his paw sliding against the weirdly smooth material of the spacesuit. "Get up. Go get a drink and a nap. I’ll have someone wake you in a few hours."

When Dover didn’t start moving, Janus actually gave him a little shove of frustration. He regretted his decision immediately as the ship tilted abruptly as Janus slipped sideways, pulling the controls to the left with him.

"Janus! Cut it out!" Dover growled, pulling himself back into his seat and righting the controls. "What were you thinking? Do you want us to hit something?"

"I’m thinking," Janus snapped, "That you need to get out of the pilot’s seat. You’re exhausted, and I don’t care what you say about my piloting- the shape you’re in, I could outfly you with my eyes closed."

Dover glared at him for a long moment. The effect was somewhat undermined by the massive yawn that he gave a few seconds later.

"Fine," he huffed. "I’ll take a break. Just try not to hit any more meteors, O Great Pilot."

"Hey," Janus protested. "It was one minor collision at flight school, man. Lay off. You’re in no shape to argue, anyways." He glared at the other pilot, his pride smarting from the insult.

Dover glared right back with equal intensity before slouching out of the cockpit.

That night, as Janus washed up for the night, he thought of his standoff with Dover. He wasn’t proud of it- the shove, especially, had been a juvenile move (and one that his other crewmates had soundly scolded him for- apparently the resulting swerve of the ship had disrupted an intense game of cards). It was stupid pride on Dover’s end that had kept him from yielding.

"Hmph," he muttered, rubbing conditioner through his short fur. "Meteors. You’ll meteor demise if you insult my piloting again, Dover."

A pause. And then Janus groaned, both because of the sheer awfulness of the pun he’d just made and because he wished he’d thought of it sooner. Dover had always responded to humor better than force. If he’d had that joke on hand it could have diffused a lot of tension. He was surely going to save it for a future clash with Dover, though. Because there was sure to be another one.

[584 words]

[SilentMelody]

username; SilentMelody | kalon name; Rigby | kalon gender; male

Early that day, Rigby was flustered by a boy calling him "fine". At first, he didn't have a response and just blushed a lot before walking away. Throughout the day, he couldn't stop thinking about the guy. He was just so handsome... and he actually gave his attention to Rigby, one of the most socially awkward kalons.

Later in the shower, he realized his mistake. What a lame compliment, Rigby thought to himself and shook his head as he rubbed sudsy shampoo into his scalp.

"Oh, I'm fine? Wow, I'm swooning! That's the highest compliment I've ever received. Please marry me right now," he joked and rolled his eyes. If only he wasn't socially awkward... then he could actually say his comebacks to the person that instigated the irritation within him.

Rigby continues, "I've gotten compliments ten times better than that from a person that actually meets my standards."

[cribunni]

user. crywalk
name. Vance "Van" Lovelace
gender. Female

Van grumbled loudly as she struggled to rub the suds out of her burning eyes, mumbling about her argument that afternoon. It had been well overdue, really, since she had been going to school with.. Kassandra for years. The girl had somehow managed to slither her way into Van's university using her Pop's money, like always. She continues to prounce around campus in Gucci and Prada, like a very well dressed snake, if you will. Van had been sitting in the mess hall working on her final art project for term when the one and only burst through the door. "VaNcE LoVeLaCe!" ( insert chicken spongebob meme vibes ) "I completely forgot you went to college! Y'know, as you had given up on a good education ages ago. What was your high school GPA, again?" Van's blood boiled as her snotty friends all giggled around her. "Well, you are an art major, after all. You're not studying for a real job." This was about the time Van noisily stood from her chair, gathered her supplies in her arms, and stormed through the doors; she could hear the laughter behind her, but she was far too angry to come up with anything to cover her wound. And what was the point? No reason to bare your teeth in public. Van gave a short chuckle, rinsing her hair thoroughly. "Seems like someone forgot to tell Kassandra that not everyone has what it takes to major in rich-girl-who-never-had-to-try-at-anything-and-has-no-future."
Van's roommates glanced at each other as a loud cackle could be heard from the bathroom. They ignored it. This was normal.

[KittyandCat]

username; KittyandCat
kalon name; Opra
kalon gender; Male
prompt;

Opra mocked the voice, nearly slipping as he pranced around. "Hey you! Yeah, that's right! Miss, you better shove off if you're done, we have customers waiting for seats!" Opra boiled with rage as if the scene were happening all over again. He hadn't done anything wrong, he'd simply bought his gluten free frosted smoothie from the cheap ice cream truck, which mind you, was parked and had maybe 2 circular, metal tables set out, topped with multicolored umbrellas. Two. Who doesn't set out near enough seats for customers, then tells those who are seated to leave, in front of waiting costumers!? Anyway, he'd just finished his smoothie, and, swirling the straw around, was attempting to flirt with a good-looking guy who'd just sat across from him when he heard the voice. He looked up with defiance at the short kal telling him to leave. First, he'd leave when he wanted to, thank you very much. Not only that, but he was no miss. But instead of snapping back, he simply got up, he wasn't sure why, and walked off, leaving the remainder of his smoothie at the table. "Blah blah blah customers! Blah blah shove off! Blah blah blah MISS! Opra said in a high-pitched, mocking tone, raising his voice at the last word. He paused, a thought flashing through his mind. "That's a bit hypocritical, don't you think?" he began, imagining he was still sitting at that cheap table. He fluttered his eyelashes innocently, continuing. "Don't tell me you actually think that i'm in the way, taking up to much space, when you, shorty, just sit around all day and let your coworkers do the work? You're a bit dim, aren't you?" he finished, imagining he'd get up and began walking away, only to turn one last time, and say "By the way, i'm not some pretty little miss" and leave. He laughed at how clever he thought he was, but was cut off by a cry as shampoo got in his eyes.