Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20141030230724

"For the last time, I am not CUTE!" Huffing with reddened cheeks, Slate calmed down rather instantly. Then again, having a mother who raised him for the past 17 years of his life that knew every single quirk her son had tends to have that effect.

"Calm down, Slate." A stronger, deeper voice  commanded. His father stepped forward. Now, Mr. Cait wasn't a large man, nor was he a small one. He was average sized, with strong muscles from hunting and harvesting. The soon-to-be student's mother on the other hand, was a small woman with a cat tail, and comely, warm smile....and a knowing glint in her eye that made one want to be leery around her. "Your mother's just having a few last minute flashes...you know how she i- ow! Woman, what did I tell you about that goddamned pan?!"

The female smirked, hefting the heavy iron skillet in one hand. Slate decidedly edged away from his mother, and towards the other girl in the room...which drew attention to her.

"Esi, dear, are you ready?" Mrs. Cait asked kindly and unobtrusively.  