The Bird and the Worm

Her lack of conversation was irritating him. He had taken time out of his day, his precious time, to help her find her way back. The least she could do was entertain him with the usual pointless small talk. There was no chatter, just silence and Gregory was getting bored.

"Well, maybe you should pay attention next time." His tone wasn't harsh or judgmental. Gregory just stated it in a matter of fact way with a shrug of his shoulders. There was no venom behind his words, though his opinion of the little fox was less than satisfactory.

Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his packet of cigarettes. Taking one out, he lit it and pressed it to the seam of his dry lips. "What year are you?" Gregory asked, wishing she would actually talk. It was getting boring in this silence.

Cats anger stirred up inside her at his words, but she sighed heavily, stopping to turn and face him. "Are you enjoying being stupid, or is it a natural thing?"'Cat was surprised how calm she sounded, but her face was contorted in anger. He was the last person she wanted to see in the planet, and her hair turned black, her eyes red. Sometimes she couldn't control her abilities and this was one of those times.

Cat watched him pull out a pack of cigarettes and realized that was something she wanted. The smoke spoke to her, and shuddering, she licked her lips. "Mind if I bum one?" Cst want heavily into smoking, but there was a first to everything. She wasn't against it.

"Fifth." It was the one time she sounded like herself, more chipper and bright.

When the little fox got angry, Gregory smirked in amusement. Her face was almost as red as her hair in anger. He couldn't deny how entertaining it was. The way her face scrunched up when she yelled at him was endearing in so many ways. He had to resist the urge to pinch her cheeks. "It's a natural thing," he drawled, wanting her to get angrier. He enjoyed egging people on. Especially the redhead in front of him. But, she wasn't a redhead. Her eyes and hair turned black. "Ahh, I understand." Damn magical abilities.

As he blew out the smoke, Gregory arched an eyebrow. "First you yell at me, then you want one of my cigarettes?" He took the one out of his mouth and handed it to her, "We can share. I'm not wasting my cigarettes on you. Sorry love."

"Oh? I'm sixth."

The smirk upon his face answered Cats question. He really was thick. It was Cats displeasure to meet the boy in the first place. Her and her stupidity, if she hadn't gotten lost she wouldn't be in this situation. "I can tell." Cat felt her cheeks redden in anger, than she blushed in embarrassment. How quick her temper was shocked her at times. Her hair was still shuffling around randomly, and she looked at the ends and saw it was rosy pink. She could only guess what color her eyes were. "There's a first." She replied sarcastically.

That was the nicest thing he had said to her that whole time. "At least you kind enough to share." She replied that coldly, and accepted the cigarette, placing it to her mouth, blowing out the smoke upwards, trying not to blow it in his face. Passing it back, she felt her face cooling down.

"Interesting." Cat replied dully, not really paying attention to him.

The fact that she was actually angry at him was so utterly amusing. Gregory was torn between laughing at her and hugging her as if she were a small child. A small child with changing eyes and a fiery personality. The fact that she had the audacity to be so bold was a mix of annoying and entertaining at the same time. Gregory couldn't decide.

"I can be kind at times," the boy drawled with a yawn. Snatching the cigarette back from her, he lifted to his mouth. Tasting the surprising intoxicating taste of nicotine and strawberry lip gloss, Gregory smirked to himself.

"You seem bored lovely," he murmured as she glanced down at her. "Anything I can do to change that?"

Cat didnt know how to react to him. He was annoying, rude, daft, idiotic, and just plain obnoxious, an obnoxious person with physical features that may say otherwise. It was a shame, his looks wasted on his personality. Almost like a waste of space. That is exactly what he was. Cat brushed her bangs out of here face, giggling at her thoughts. She was being so..... B****. It wasn't a shock, she was always like that. But this time someone deserved it.

Cat wondered what was so fascinating about the cigarette he had taken from her, but she didnt question the smirk. It was just another reason why after their adventure, Cat would never talk to him. Even if her life depended on it, she would rather die than talk to him again.

"I have a few ideas." Cat looked up at him with fire in her eyes. "Either get your head bit off by a dragon, or do backflips until you throw up. Either way, I won't have to deal with you."