Laika Fam Oneshots

Black is Unlucky Color

     Most people believed that Black is such an unlucky color. Some in their superstitions would often avoid the color black in homes, signs or even animals, especially, cats to be exact

And it he was no exception either, the furry feline had to wary himself from the streets in order not get his body getting shoved away with such rude and inconsiderate civilians all because he had the dark color tainted all over his body

He couldn't help but to roll his blue crystal eyes everytime he encounters this, it's not that he like living by the streets anyways

He walked back towards the muddied pathway, hus eyes meet the familiar mailman straddle across the path in a hurry that he never got to noticed the creature's presence

Ge jumped on the rickey wooden fences, it was already worn out and the paint is chipped off, to his fortunate, his light body could be able to hold him enough

He turned to see a familiar blue haired woman walking by the fence on her own in deep thought

Coraline on the other hand, just encountered another cranky customer back at the shop that she and the other residents assisted her to build near the Lovat's residence

She had to refund tge payment be because of it

So much for the effort

Not the mention her coat had gotten roadkill with mud, AGAIN

Yep, definitely the most unlucky day

She groaned at the thought and started to kick the pebbles on the ground out of the way

She stopped and quickky sighed

"Don't you even THINK about it, Wyborn..." she annoyingly blurted out towards the looming prescence behind her, not to mention a glance of a silver tongs and a slimy slug wriggling around and obviously trying to scare her off, he chuckled and quickly threw the slimy creature away

He quickly ler out a defeated sigh and threw the slug away

"Heya, Jonesy..." Wybie nervously laughed and scratched the back of his neck "Something troubling you?"

"Not for now atleast, just strolling around as usual.." she answered turning around to meet his toothy grin as he fixed his black hooded jacket, she sighed at the tousled mess his hair went through, probably from driving through tbe thick trees and bushes, it eventually found its way to clutch on his locks

"Geez, you could fix a damn car but you can't fix yourself..." she muttered and started to reached her hand to his hair, shovingg the leaves and few twigs, to her surprise.. it feels, so soft and fluffy

"Woah, your hair is so-" amazed at the softness her fingers had brushed on his locks, she couldn't help but to take a few more pats

"Ey ey ey! You're doing it too far!" He exclaimed trying to reached her hands awa from his head

"But it's so soft like I was touching a cotton..." she replied in awe "oh wait, it's like a sheep wool..."

"So, I'm a sheep then..." he chuckled and grabbed her hands, gently holding with firm to his own

"Yes, a black one if I should say..." she grinned at the thought

"Touchè.." he chuckled "well in that case, you should do it more often whenever we had the time to hang out and relax..."

"Funny, last time I heard you said the word "relax" you were panicking for the past 15 minutes because you can't find the remote.."

"That's because you hid it!" He retorted, causing her to punch his arm