Cats and Madmen

"I'm not on drugs, but I get a high when I'm with you." Kek purred into Seth's ear as he leaned over the man's seat.1

"And for that comment alone you should be shot." Seth replied without looking away from his computer. He was busy working on a presentation and he couldn't afford to lose focus. Seth was excellent at multitasking; however Kek had this nasty habit of grabbing every ounce of his attention.2

"The last time you put a gun in my face we both wound up in the hospital." The dark skinned male cackled. He was now seated on the floor beside the irritated Seth. His insane eyes were looking up at him, with mischievous and malicious intent.3

The idea of dying didn't frighten Kek at all, which Seth thought was wrong. When Seth was younger, he had been told that all fears ultimately lead to the fear of death. But Kek feared the most random things, none of which was an actual threat to him. On top of that he didn't fear them because of what they could do to him, but because he thought they looked funny. He once told Seth that a catfish was giving him a dirty look, and then he went on to say that it and a monkey were conspiring against him. Having no moral compass, Seth encouraged the thought, hoping to keep Kek somewhat tame for the following week. It worked for two days; after that Seth found himself indebted to the Zoo the animals were from.4

"You enjoyed every minute of it to. Idiot." Seth shot Kek a warning glance. He had noticed the other male's hands reaching out to mess with the chair. Seth did not trust those hands; they were capable of many things, the most prominent of which was destruction. If he tumbled out this chair because of Kek, he swore he would hurl the Egyptian out of the window and watch as he fell to his death.5

"Screw you. You’re mad cause you didn't." Kek ignored the look, till Seth turned and planted his left food on his forehead. The Egyptian blinked at him totally dumbfounded. 6

"Not everyone's out of his or her mind like you." Seth kicked Kek back then returned to his work.7

"They should be its freeing."8

“.... I was going to say something but I've decided not to."9

They went quite after that. Kek, who had fallen on his back, stared at the ceiling for a few minutes. Eventually Kek rolled onto his belly and pushed up to his feet. Once standing he began to find things around the room to toy with. Many of the shiny objects made their way into his pockets. 10

Kek suffered from quite a few mental disorders and one of them happened to be kleptomania. He didn't mind though because he really was a thief. However there were times he'd steal things without realizing it and most of those things were either useless or were not to his liking. Like Ms.Turbevelle's lawn chair, or her watch, and her favorite teacup, and her lawn gnome.11

"When can we go home?" Kek asked as he pocketed a box of staples.12

"You can go home whenever you damn well please. Hopefully you'll go now." Seth replied callously. 13

"And leave you in a state of orderly peace? HELL NO! That requires mercy I'm not capable of giving." A small mirror, a candlestick, and a crystal flower, joined the staples.14

"You better. I had to deal with a rather pissed off Ms.Turbevelle last week. Apparently one of her cats disappeared again?" Seth, who had managed to finish what he was working on, gave Kek a murderous look. He was very much aware of what the Egyptian was doing. 15

Kek had irrational hatred. For instances, the Egyptian could not stand cats. He hated them with a passion that burned with the intensity of a thousand suns. In fact he actually burned the poor creatures sometimes. He had a nasty habit of tying fire crackers to their tails and then watching them run around in a fruitless attempt to put out the flames and stop the popping. He only ever did it to cats that belong to rich people, or cats that were "spoiled". He said he liked stray cats and cats from lower class families because they weren't 'Uptight and holier than thou' cats.16

"Is that so? Well that's what happens when you have such an evil pet." 17

"It’s a cat. What the hell is so evil about a cat?"18

Kek paused in his actions and turned to face Seth. A thoughtful look crossed his features. For a split second Seth actually allowed himself to believe the answer would be a sensible and logical one. That was an asinine mistake.19

"It's an Egyptian thing." 20

"It's a you thing." Seth snapped.21

"Don't judge me!" The Egyptian cried as he pointed at Seth.22

"Whatever."23

What proceeded was thirty minutes of bickering and banter. During which Seth reorganized his desk, reclaimed his stolen items, and cleaned the rest of the room. To say that the two were polar opposites would be an understatement. They were so different they were a like, and they knew it. Where Kek was all chaos to its most destructive points, Seth could be an extreme source of order and sometimes these two swirled into each other so evenly it was astounding. Of course it didn't last long. It always ended in an explosive separation of epic proportions.24

"So what did you tell her?" Kek asked. He was already standing at the door to the office, waiting for Seth to finish gathering the rest of his things so they could leave.25

"About her cat?"26

"No the dog. Of course the cat you ass." Kek snarled.27

Seth shrugged,"Oh Well."28

Kek grinned maliciously.29

"Good answer."30