juggling-fashionista:

carnivalvriska:

thefurrsomeliontamer:

juggling-fashionista:

Kanaya smiles as she noticed the girls nervousness. She liked Vriska, and found her untamed hair fascinating. Without even realizing it, she reached out and brushed Vriska’s hair behind her ear.

“It would be my pleasure to help Vriska. I don’t mind at the least. You would just need to show me the piece of clothing.”

She kept a close eye on Nepeta, who was eying the merpeople with a hungry look on her face. Her stomach growled especially loud, making Kanaya jump slightly.

“And lets get some breakfast. Nepeta needs it.”

She chatted with Vriska and Nepeta a bit, and noticed Aradia wandering off. She walked over to Sollux, and Kanaya raised an eyebrow. She wasn’t surprised that Aradia might like Sollux; she was surprised that Sollux actually spoke to her. He was unsociable to the point of worry, and it did Kanaya good to see him actually talk. And she was lucky that Feferi was not the jealous sort, or else they would all have a strange love triangle to witness.

Well, Kanaya saw it as a love triangle. She has never been in a relationship herself, and loved watching them from afar. And from all the awkward smiles Sollux gives Aradia and Feferi, and how both girls seemed to gravitate towards him, Kanaya assumed the best. Or worse however you look at it.

“Well let us depart. I still need to see Karkat today, but I will fix your clothes first Miss Vriska.

Nepeta blushed at her stomach’s growl, but smiled at Kanaya’s decision. The woman was remarkably good at making awkward situations seem less so. She adjusted her cloche, wincing a little as it pulled at her tangled mass of hair, and nodded her head. A meal sounded purrfect right then.

“I think I’ll only need a three fishes, if you have that to spare,” she announced, “One for me, one for Pawcrates, one for Pawnce, and Purrina can hunt a mouse.” she frowned a little at Purrina’s name, the kitten needed to learn to hunt. She made a note to herself to take some time to go on a mouse hunt with the cat.

Vriska smiled appreciatively at Kanaya, for handling the entire situation better than she herself would have. Kanaya was really good at that.

“Well, if you could come with me, then.” Vriska started to say, before she really noticed Nepeta’s growling stomach. “Err… let’s get breakfast first. I don’t think we want to keep your kitties waiting long,” Vriska teased. She thoughtfully reached her arm out to Nepeta, in case she did want to come with her and Kanaya. “I don’t believe, however, that Aradia would want to join us,” Vriska remarked. “Just a hunch. You’ll love it, though, Kan. It’s a lilac and blue fabric, and I have plenty of it. Enough to give a reasonable amount to you.”

She smiles at the promise of having some fabric left over.

“Are you sure Miss Vriska that is awfully generous of you I am not sure I can accept the offer. But thank you,” Kanaya smiles widely at Vriska.

“As for you Nepeta, I do believe we have a couple of fish to spare. But,” she smiles at her as she steps backwards. “Stay here and please don’t go near the tanks. I don’t mean to offend, but you intimidate Eridan and Feferi.”

She runs back and a little bit behind the tanks is the container where they keep the fish. The only reason Kanaya is taking the fish is because she knows, that out of all the ill fed circus folk, Nepeta is the one that never gets any dinner and barely gets breakfast. Her lions were expensive to feed, and the circus owners decided that they cut feeding expenses by taking them from Nepeta’s. She was also aware, however, that she, like everyone else, ate a good meal last night. A mysterious meal left in front of everyone’s sleeping quarters. She knew Karkat was the culprit.

The boy must have gotten himself hurt again. Kanaya worries about him greatly, and he’s always putting himself in danger. That’s why she had to see him soon; hopefully none of his injuries were life threatening.

She runs past the tanks and waves a small good bye to the merpeople, the magician, and the acrobat.

“Well come on girls. Breakfast for Nepeta is all set, now to find something good to eat for Vriska and I. And please, show me the fabric.”

She smiles again.

Nepeta flushed. She had been trying to keep her desire for Merflesh secret, but she wasn’t good at being subtle no matter how hard she tried. She took the fish gratefully though. Her lions had at first been well fed, but now they got half what they used to it, and she didn’t get anything at all. She didn’t mind it so much, it was easy to steal food from a carnival.

Last night had been amazing though, she had went to steal a hotdog for dinner and found a hot meal outside her door. She couldn’t be sure who it was, but she had her suspicions. She was tempted to thank Karkitty, but it was hard to talk with the ringleader, especially if she wasn’t positive he did what she was thanking him for.

“Uhm,” She said, “I would really like to help out with Vrisker’s dress, but I should really go and feed Pawnce and Pawcrates. They get restless when I leave them unfed for too long.” She rubbed her upper lip with a distant look in her eyes, remembering the night it had been split.