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mekachu04"I thought you where too old to share a bed still?” she teased, but it was gentle- not enough to turn him away, but enough to cause him to give her a pathetic pout. She lifted the blanket up and he squeezed in next to her on the makeshift cot she'd been using since he declared at 13 he was a MAN now and should have his own bed.
With her working more nights then not, it had made sense at the time for her to gift him the bedroom, and move out to sleep in the living area. In theory, it meant her coming in late at night shouldn't wake him up so often; but more nights than not he crawled in with her in the wee hours regardless.
Kidd was passed out almost as soon as she shifted the blanket back down over them; snoring softly against her collar bone, the baby fat of his cheak squished adorably against her shoulder as he used her as a pillow.
At this rate she might as well just start sleeping in the bed again.
Still she knew why he'd wanted space. She remember all the weirdness and ~feelings~ that came with puberty; she just had the good fortune herself not to have to worry about awkward morning wood & the mortification of an erection out of no where. She teased Kidd about it of course- that was her job as his friend – but as kind as she was about it there was only so much a newly turned teenager could take; combind with that it was her thigh he had continue to wake up trying to get off on.
Well. A boy of certain age he needed his space.
It didn't change the fact they'd been sharing a bed for more then half of Kidd's life. Getting his own bed had been a grand novelty at first-getting his own room had him giddy as the child he was trying had to pretend he still wasnt. But an empty bed & the quiet of the room got to them both in the end. Maybe she should be turn him away – but Killer was also just as glad for his presence at night.
Killer might spend her evening with an assortment of people, but there was only ever one person she felt safe falling asleep next to, and that honour was reserved for Kidd alone.
She'd always been a little too small for her age - and Kidd just a little too big. For most of their childhood's they'd been just about the same size. She'd finally started to get some height on him four years ago but at 17 she was probably getting as close to as tall as she was ever gonna get.
Kidd had already started his latest growth spurt. If his early teen years were anything like hers, she was going to get overshadowed here soon. He'd started to notice girls (and boys) as of late, and Killer wouldn't be surprise if he started trying to sneak them in the apartment while she was out working here soon.
She had one year, may be two, at best where it was going to stay just them. The infamous KiKi, before Kidd was off chasing skirts, and then chashing dreams. He was destined for such great things, she didn't doubt it for a moment.
She brushed the red hair from his forehead before lingering on the thick splatter of freckles at Kidd's temple; pointing ignoring the drool spot he was leaving on her chest.
He might be tiny now, but Kidd was going to shake up the world. He was going to follow Roger's foot steps and be Pirate King.
A right terror to those trying to crush them under their heel - maybe topple the World Government itself.
If anyone could, it'd be her Kidd. Maybe, if she was really lucky, she'd still be around to read about it in the Newspapers.
She could picture the scrapbook she'd make of his exploits. The articles would be full of lies and mistruths of course; since when was there any truth in the paper.
But it be Kidd all the same.
Her Pirate King.
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