(10/30) You're A Sexy Cat

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"Do you really want me to wear this?!" I growled, throwing the outfit onto the ground.

He picked it up, handing it to me.

"I'm not going to wear that," I said again.

"Come on, just do it!" he whined.

"No!" I protested.

"Please?!"

"NO!"

"PLEASE!"

"NEVER."

"I'll give you a raise!"

"....

....

....

....fine."

I growled as I pushed him out of the room, locking it twice. Putting on the crappy outfit, I muttered to myself vigorously.

Opening the door, I hissed at him as he looked me up and down.

"Happy now?" I growled.

"Very," he smirked.

"I'm going back," I said, turning on my heel.

"Nope!" he said, picking me up by my waist and starting to walk down the stairs.

"PUT ME DOWN!!" I screeched, flailing around.

He finally put me down at the front of the door. Giving out a "hmph" of disgust, I brushed myself off.

"Well then," I hmph-ed.

"You look great!" he said, holding his hands out in emphasis.

"I'm a cat. A F***ING CAT, PRUSSIA. WITH TAIL, EARS, AND EVERYTHING," I yelled.

"But you're a sexy cat~" he smirked.

"Don't make me slap you on Halloween. It would ruin your mask," I said.

"I'm not wearing a mask."

"Exactly."

He glared at me as he pushed me out the door.

"Where are we even going?" I groaned.

"To my friend's house for a party of course," he smiled, pushing me into the car.

"I feel like I'm about to be date-raped," I groaned.

"That might just happen," he laughed.

I punched him on the arm.

"Oh, that hurt!" he squeal- I mean, gave out a manly noise.

"I thought devils didn't feel pain," I said.

"I'm just a sexy devil not a real devil," he explained.

"Sexy's right," I muttered under my breath.

"What was that?" he asked, starting up the car.

"Nothing," I whistled.

He drove me to the party with Halloween music playing on the radio. No children were out because it was a little too early for trick-or-treating. I saw a haunted house-looking house with a man with a witch hat covering his face. He parked there.

"We're here," he smirked, looking over to me.

"U-Uh, who is that?" I stuttered.

"You'll see. Oh, you'll see."

~*~

Who's it going to be? Oh boy, suspense~! Ideas?

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