"Oh, Pookie!"
That was all I heard being shout throughout the house. Every day. Multiple times a day. Multiple times and hour, sometimes even by the minute. Why in the hell Al named that devil of a cat something so ridiculous, not even I know.
"POOKIE, STOP IT!"
I was beginning to feel frustrated. Al would not shut up, and keep yelling that damned cat's name over and over.
"NO POOKIE, DON'T DO THAT!"
Now I just had a weird feeling in my stomach as Al walked into the living room, staring at me from my seat on the couch. I let the book in my hand fall from my face so I could look at him, a guilty look strewn across his face. Oh shit.
"Brother..." Al started, his voice low. That's when I knew something had happened. Something I wouldn't like. Not a bit.
"Yes, Al?"
I saw him put his hands behind his back, stumbling forward towards me with a sheepish look on his round face. "Ummm...Well..."
"Spit it out, Alphonse."
"Pookie...she...she kinda um...tried to climb the curtains in your room..."
As anyone would expect, knowing me, I was fuming at this point.
"WHY THE FUCK DID YOU LET THAT DAMN THING IN MY FUCKING ROOM, AL?"
"It wasn't my fault, Brother! I didn't catch her in time!" The tears were welling up in his eyes but I could have given a shit less at that moment, throwing my book down to the ground.
"Fuck, Alphonse. I shouldn't have let you have that stupid fucking cat in the first place." My teeth were gritted in anger, causing my yelling to turn down a notch. Not that it had helped the tears in my little brother's eyes, and I let out an aggrivated sigh and began to rub my temples.
As all of this was going on, Roy came out into our living room. In a stripper outfit.
Fuck my life.
"Edo! Come play!" Roy purred, beginning to tug at his outfit, or lack of one, sexily.
I simply gave him the finger.
Al stared at him in horror.
I decided it was time for me to leave. I dashed for my bed room door, making it inside quickly and locking the door right behind me. Letting out a relieved sigh, I flopped down on my bed.
Something was attacking my foot.
"GET OUT!"
That was it. Picking up the kitten by its neck, I unlocked the door and threw her out right on her ass. Roy and Al stared as I slammed the door back shut.
"...What's his problem?"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP, ROY."