°kitkat/biscuit°

It was night, the kitchen was immersed in semi-darkness, the lamp lit up with a pale glow. The clock was ticking past three, and silence reigned. Kitkat stood at the table, nervously twitching his Maine Coon's long, red tail. His red cap lay simply on his head, covering his tousled hair. A feverish, mischievous excitement blazed in his eyes. The idea to make a fake, completely inedible bento came to him spontaneously. "Biscuit, get that plastic thing from the top shelf," Kitkat whispered, turning around sharply. His cracking bass seemed too loud in the silence of the night. Biscuit stood nearby, completely immersed in the sleeves of an enormous dark blue sweater. His white-orange bangs covered his face, leaving only his black right eye visible, which was completely surrounded by a large orange spot that covered the entire Bisquit, unlike his friend, didn't care about the rules at all. Having survived childhood hell and lost his parents, he'd long since forgotten how to be afraid of anything. His quiet, girlish voice sounded completely calm. "Here. Just don't yell like that, Kit. You'll wake the little ones. " Kit replied. "Fuck them, let them just try to stick their heads out ," the Maine Coon snapped, though he instinctively kept his voice down. Everything flew into the plastic container: bars of old soap, which KitKat furiously crumbled with a knife to imitate cheese, raw pasta doused with strong mustard, and some expired liquid. KitKat acted sharply, spreading sauces with a kind of frenzy. For him, it was an act of protest against the stifling atmosphere of the house. Only next to Biscuit's depressing presence was this Maine Coon's wild anger not aimed at destruction. Biscuit was his only anchor. Look, a culinary masterpiece! KitKat grinned triumphantly, demonstrating the mess in the box. He tried to spin the container dramatically on his finger, imitating the YouTube chefs they watched in school. KitKat's fingers trembled. The box crashed, hit the edge of the table with a dull crack, and fell to the floor with a terrible roar. The plastic shattered into splinters, and they ran into the room, and Biscuit almost died on this thing.