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I debated on if I was gonna write this or not, But I am. Because some of you may or may not have family like this. 'There Is No Hate Like Christian Love.'
>I really should have taken my key back from my mom. Really. Really Should Have.
>I had also forgotten. You know, on account of turning into a five foot tall magical fox.
>I was hardly surprised when my apartment door swung open on it's own.
>Ya'll didn't have the decency to shut the damn thing? A/C is expensive as hell.
>I purposefully ignored the six people sitting in my living room.
>And the two priests looks of horror at watching me, cigar between my lips, trot through my living room through them all, to my kitchen where I put my groceries away.
>One trip, bitches. These bags float.
>I stood in the kitchen as I mentally directed the bags to empty themselves into the fridge, freezer, dishwasher and cabinets.
>My phone floated off the table where I had left it, nearly smacking my sister in the face. Nix that, firmly smacking her in the face with a loud yelp.
>I kept staring at the sink, grinning so they couldn't see, as I paid my bills, tapped out the ashes of my cigar and then slowly turned.
>"Get. Out."
>Of course, that just opens the flood gates, My sister just there to stir shit, as usual. But My aunt, and her cult being in my house is whats causing the sparks along my fur to start.
>'Phox, honeys, we're worried about.... your possession. It's unholy, the priests here had extensive knowledge on excorcis-'
>I cut that off by snapping a finger and sparking a miniature ball of fire to pop into being, "I cut off contact with you wastes of space about the time you started screaming hate and vitriol at me for burning your protest signs before you could protest a fucking make a wish patients cancer surgery and screaming god hates them because they're gay. Now. Get. The FUCK OUT."
>I didn't even let them finish as I slammed my door open and snarled.
>Of course, that's also how I ended up pinned by both priests.
