[Kestrel]

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Morsus sighed, eyeing his best friend... and lifemate. She had done it again, scared away some poor stranger who was innocently walking past. She had done the typical way of scaring someone. Yelling. At a stranger.
"Litis, why, again, do you have to yell at someone at least once a day?" he asked exasperatedly.
Strolling back to Morsus, Litis replied calmly. "Cause otherwise I'll be bad-tempered for the whole day. Isn't that a good enough reason?"
Morsus sighed again. "What creature is it today?" Litis had a different creature everyday. Whenever she saw that creature, she'd yell at them.
"Hollowhearts," she replied proudly. Temple Hollowhearts were her main focus.

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[Kestrel]

"For the three hundred, sixty-seventh time, Litis, for once, can we just spend a normal day, where you don't have a creature of the day?" Morsus asked.
Litis but on a hurt expression. "But Morsus," she whined. "A can't help it if I fall prey to strong desires! I'm weak, Morsus, weak!"
He snorted. "If you're weak, then I have no strength at all!"
Dropping her 'I'm innocent' act, she complained, "Come on, Morsus, we've repeated this, like, one million times!"
"Actually, one hundred, seventeen times," Morsus said grumpily under his breath. "Still! Maybe it'll work this time!"
"You say that everytime, Morsus! You haven't proved it at all yet!"
"And you say that everytime, even if it's different wording!" With that, the Arkuhna turned around, and strode to the nearest bench.
Glaring at his back, the Cake Kuhna walked to a different bench, one that she couldn't see her friend from.

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[Kestrel]

Thinking of every argument he and Litis had had before (four hundred, fourty-three of them) he remembered the most severe one. It was about how he shouldn't listen to strangers that Litis had just yelled at.
First, Litis started shouting at a Biolune Rexxel. Then-
A voice suddenly shook Morsus out of his thoughts.
"Morsus! Morsus! Look at this! Someone found a Mr. Wilson thing!" Litis yelled happily.
The arkuhna sighed. This happened every time. After an argument, Litis would sit for a while. Then she'd jump up, and tell Morsus how the bench she was sitting on was wet, or how she hated the person across from her, even if they hadn't done anything.
"You know, Seadust and the rest have been wanting a Mr. Wilson," Litis began again.
"Yes, yes, I know. Astrum was going to get one, but then she left. Then Solisparo and Legolibri went too. You know we're not looking for one, right?"
"Of course I do!" she said huffily. "But still, don't you think we should at least try?"
"No," Morsus replied.
"Hmph," she said, then returned to finding patterns in the bench.

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[Kiwia90]

Iasua bounded through the park towards the cause of the uproar. A Mr. Wilson? She wasn't all that sure what it was, but it had given her an excuse to run away from her trainer, at least for a while. She saw two Kuhnas sitting on the benches, one moping and the other obsessively counting. "Come on! Why aren't you looking for Mr. Wilsons? At least doing  something," she said, stopping to look at the pair.

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[Kestrel]

"And who are you to ask? You nosy, intrusive person!" Litis snapped at the Hollow Aries. "Here we are, minding our own business, and suddenly, you come along and destroy everything! Don't you know some sense of personal space? And we are doing something, in case you haven't noticed! You're always doing something! Unless you're telling me that you're dead?" the Cake Kuhna glared at Iasua.
Morsus cleared his throat. "Don't listen to her. She likes nothing better than to yell at someone."
Litis nodded happily in agreement.
"Especially strangers. And of course, you gave her a very good reason - in her eyes - to yell. Usually she just walks up to someone and yells at them. Most people avoid her, after all," continued Morsus. "But I would suggest acting cautiously around her. She once drove someone to tears within minutes. We wouldn't want a repeat of the scene. Or something worse, now would we?" he looked nervously and the newcomer, fervently hoping that she wouldn't do anything rash. Litis was in too good of a mood already. And the happier she was, the more she yelled.

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[Kiwia90]

"Well, if that's what you want, to yell at me, then yell some more. Go on! I want you to yell. " Iasua looked pleased with herself. Reverse psychology was one of her favorite things, and she wasn't going to let an opportunity like this pass her by.

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[Kestrel]

Morsus stared at her like she was crazy. "You want her to yell? You want her to yell? Are you crazy? Now she's never going to stop!"
At that, Litis started talking again. "You're crazy, Nosy! Crazy, intrusive, nosy, stupid! A wonderful combination! Especially with reverse psychology! Wonderful! Let's test, hmm? Let's see... what to tell you? Don't play with fire! Don't kill yourself! Don't run over a cliff! Tell me to not to hit you! Don't tell that Hollowheart over that he's an idiot! Don't tell him that you liked it when I yelled at him!"
"Litis, really, try to stop!"
"Ah, Morsus, but it's so fun! It's wonderful! It's exhilarating! You try it! It makes me happy!"
"No, Litis, please, no! Try not to argue so much! It gives me a headache!"
"But, Morsus, it's my hobby! It's my way! It's what gives me joy!"
"Come one, you were fine before you started this 'yell at every stranger in sight thing'!"
"Only fine, Morsus! Not really happy!"

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[Kestrel]

Morsus glanced over at where the Aries was.
"See, now you've gone and made her leave! Really, Litis, how are you going to make friends like this?" Morsus asked, exasperated.
"I have enough," she replied simply.
"One," he replied.
"One's enough."
Morsus sighed. "You really are impossible."
"Thank you. Now, let's go do something really interesting."
"Like what?"
"I don't know. Yell at someone?"
"It looks like you scared everyone off."
Litis scowled. "Well, that ruins all my plans."
"That was your plan? To yell at everyone you see?"
"Pretty much. Since no one's here, I'll pick some flowers instead."
She goes from yelling at people to picking flowers. How nice, he thought.
The Cake Kuhna skipped into a meadow. It was a beautiful spring green, with yellow, pink, purple, and light blue flowers everywhere. Litis's cream, brown, tan, and white coloring really stood out. Morsus sighed, and settled down on a bench. It wasn't often that he could leave Litis alone and be sure that she wouldn't scare anyone off, so he took the break gladly.

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[Kestrel]

"Morsssusss!" Litis's voice, not shouting at some poor creature for once, broke the silence Morsus was enjoying so much.
"What?" he asked wearily, walking over to where she was.
"I just wanted to ask you if you liked that flower right there," she said, pointing to a very bright, big, red flower.
"It's very pretty," he said.
"Really?" she asked doubtfully.
"Really."
"OK. I'll go pick it then."
"Don't!"
"Why not? You said you thought it was pretty!"
"Can you see any more of that flower here?"
Litis shook her head, very confused.
"Well, if you pick this one, there won't ever be any more of them here."
"So? I'll have the one I picked!"
"But it will eventually whither and not look pretty anymore!"
"Oh," Litis said simply, already losing interest. "I'll go pick that white one over there, then."
"Just make sure it's not the only one of it's type!" he warned, then returned to the bench.

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[Kestrel]

After picking a bouquet of flowers, Litis sat down in the meadow and began to trim their stems to they were all the same length. Morsus picked off the stem of a tall plant and handed it to her to tie up the bouquet with.

Setting the bouquet down, Litis started to make a clover chain, and Morsus picked up the flowers. He began to create names for the ones he didn't know.
There's a violet, I'll name that one "snowflower", that one can be a "bloodrose"... he thought, and glanced over to Litis. She had abandoned her clover chain and was picking up all the dead leaves. Now why is she doing that? he thought, and followed the Cake Kuhna, the flowers still in his paw.
It turns out she wanted to string them together with her clover chain.

After hours of random crafts, Morsus was beginning to feel hungry, and bored.
"Litis, don't you think it's time to go home?" he called over to where she was attempting to climb a tree.
"Ah... well, it is getting late, I guess." Dejectedly, she collected all her crafts: the leaf and clover chain, the bouquet, the branch weaving, the grass weaving, the grass and branch weaving, the grass and pebble "bracelet", and an assortment of other objects. "Come on, let's go home."
Head lowered, she padded slowly in the direction of the Pen. Morsus felt bad he had suggested leaving, but it was too late to take his words back.
"You can show your crafts to the others back home," he said gently.
The Cake Kuhna brightened at once.
"Well, come  on then, slow poke!" she laughed gaily, skipping ahead.

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