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[sub][color=7fc19e][b]Kit “Beds Suck” Thomas[/b][/color]
Time: Thursday at 3:45[/sub][/center]
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[indent][indent][color=7fc19e][b]“Echo, don’t be a bitch tonight. I need you to come in with the clutch. How long do I have before she gets here? I know not that much time, but like I got some time right?”[/b][/color] Kit asked, speaking aloud to her Assistant as she looked out at her room. It wasn’t like… a mess, but it wasn’t like perfect either. It certainly wasn’t ‘bring your smut-writing, YouTube postin’ idol inside to hang out and hopefully kiss her’ clean. [color=7fc19e][b]“I have like time to clean and make some snacks right? Oh, man. I should have just accepted the Doc’s help! He said he’d cook! I’m a fool, Echo. A FOOL!”[/b][/color] Kit shouted, dramatically turning her head toward the sky as she pumped her fists upward.

From the speakers inside her walls, there first came a sigh. A sigh that could only come from someone who just didn’t understand how their friend could be such a failure [color=269fb7][b]“I told you that, Kit, but you didn’t listen to me! You never listen to me, gosh.”[/b][/color]

[color=7fc19e][b]“I mean, first off [i]no[/i]. I listen to you [i]all the time[/i]. I just [i]elect[/i] to [i]ignore[/i] the words that come out of your hypothetical, virtual mouth.”[/b][/color] Kit snapped in response to her ever sassy, ever annoying, ever pain the ass, ever present Assistant. Idly, Kit wished she could turn Echo off, though she knew if she did that she’d have to do stuff like… manually Google recipes, or some garbage.

[color=269fb7][b]“Excuse you? Just because you can’t see my face right now doesn’t make my mouth [i]hypothetical[/i]. I’ll give you virtual, but come on. Don’t be a bitch. Assistants are people too, Kathryn.”[/b][/color]

[color=7fc19e][b]“Oof.”[/b][/color]

[color=269fb7][b]“[i]Big[/i] oof.”[/b][/color]

[color=7fc19e][b]“Yeah, well. You did exactly what I asked you not to do and you were a bitch tonight.”[/b][/color] Kit muttered, leaning and reaching as far as she could across her bed to pull the blanket back tight. As she did so, she made a mental note, to remind herself that she needed to ask her mother how she made beds so quickly and effectively. It was possible, though, that she was just small. [color=7fc19e][b]“Who does this? Who makes beds so hard to put together?”[/b][/color] She complained, looking down at the bed that she ultimately gave up on. Kit wasn’t a magician, she didn't know how to drag the corner of the top sheet all the way so that it was tight and looked perfect, so the bed would remain crinkled.

[color=269fb7][b]“I mean it looks okay. It’s not perfect, but neither are you, so that works.”[/b][/color] Echo replied, as Kit rushed toward her dresser. She yanked open the different drawers, until she found the one she was searching for. A Febreze air freshener, which she quickly unpackaged before she jammed it into one of the nearby wall plugs.

[color=7fc19e][b]“There! Now it won’t smell like weed and donuts, and instead like donuts and vanilla and cinnamon and, uh, stuff.”[/b][/color] Kit shrugged her shoulders. She wasn’t paid to know what her room smelled like, just to make it not smell like garbage. She took relatively good care of her room, she just wasn’t great at getting the weed smell out… and that was really not her fault. She didn’t make the drug smell so good — or, bad, depending on who you asked.

[color=7fc19e][b]“That only leaves one thing. To the kitchen!”[/b][/color] Kit said, before stepping out of the room and into the hallway. From there, she headed toward the stairs, and hopped on the railing, sliding down and taking a left toward the kitchen. What she saw in there was a surprise, to be sure, but a welcome one.

Sitting on the table was a cake with a note. She happily bounded over to the waiting cake, and grabbed a note, unfolding it to scan it quickly.

[color=c2b280][i]Kit Kat,
I know you said that you had this, but I made this for you anyway. Good luck making a friend. Remember, don’t be salty. Meeting people who are kind of celebrities is tough, I know from experience, but I’m sure you’re, uh… Vanilla friend will be fine. Feed her this vanilla cake. Call us if you need us!

The Doc[/i][/color]

Kit smiled and grabbed the cake pan, bringing it back upstairs. [color=7fc19e][b]“The other chair!”[/b][/color] Kit said, frowning and stepping into the guest bedroom, where a second chair awaited her. She sat the cake down on the chair, and got ready to roll it into her room… before she checked her watch. [color=7fc19e][b]“Echo! What does Google say about waiting on the porch for guests!?”[/b][/color]

[color=269fb7][b]“Survey says… wait on the porch.”[/b][/color]

[color=7fc19e][b]“To the porch!”[/b][/color][/indent][/indent]