#13xxander

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Lend Me A Paw

@13xxander

About 4 years ago...

The finals were soon coming, Mina still had one year left to finish her studies, and by this time she’d taken a part-time job at a cafe shop. Since she was still a rookie, and one of the youngest, she did as she was told to everything her superior co-workers asked. Most of the time.

It would be a lie to deny she wasn’t starting to get a little stressed out due for the amount of homework she was left to do, not only for her school, but she’d to make sure to control her emotions to avoid any out of the ordinary accident. After all, she wanted to try and become a full-time barista soon, so she had to try her best, in the magical side too.

“Can you please throw this out?” a coworker asked her, to what she agreed along with a nod while taking the trash bags. Fortunately, her shift was soon going to be over and they were at what she liked to call ‘time-out’ due not many clients seemed to come at that hour. 

Once out something, or someone better said caught her attention. After throwing her bags, Mina stopped her tracks, as a dog was hiding not too har from her spot. A dutch shepherd, usually she would avoid dogs who were large enough to reach her knees, however this one seemed ...different. Mina couldn’t traced it, but the dirt around it spoke of the time it’s been out, and his tongue out was a plead for water. 

“It’s all right.” she spoke softly to the creature with raised arms trying to keep it calm, “Just wait a little bit, please.” she added hurrying back to get a one plate full of water, and perhaps it would be all right to get a few treats for it too. No one really spotted her at that time, for many co workers took the opportunity to get some food for themselves too. Probably just assumed she was getting that bread and plate for herself.

What an odd one, she managed to listen.

“Here little...big one.” Mina had placed the plate of water, and bread in front of the canine, of course in order not to scare him away she stepped away a little bit. Although she wouldn’t move until she’d made sure it had at least drank some water. She would clean thoroughly them later on. “It’s all right."

[13kana]

all the money in all the world | @13xxander

she’s not entirely sure where she might have dropped it, where it might have left her, the small, leathery creature bundling away from her, perhaps caught on the breeze, perhaps knotted in the shadows of a building she might have passed, brick and mortar’s sharp edges snagging her belongings and ripping them from her grasp without any sort of alarm raised inside her skull-- a grand feat indeed, if she’s honest. usually she’s more spatially aware, her lithe form weaving in and out of stores and shops, around humans bustling, between and through crowds with all the ease of a serpent, but it’s possible she isn’t perfect all the time, despite her desire to be so.

she stands in her grand foyer, her fingers clutching and slipping up and down the zipper of her purse, her wallet being the item that’s gone missing. she knows most women would be in a frantic panic by now, most women would be calling their credit card companies, calling their bank institutions, most women would become ever so keenly aware of all the money they have to lose, but takeda kana is not most women. instead, a long sly grin spreads across her lips, her mind poised on the understanding of what sort of ruckus and uproar that wallet will no doubt cause whoever might have picked it up from where she’d undoubtedly left it-- the half-feral little monster capable of biting, growling, wiggling, and snarling. she had taken some precautions with her wealth, obviously.

but this ought to be a lesson for her, if anything, to strengthen the wardings on her personal property a bit stronger, bind them tighter to herself, discourage anyone from even so much as think of touching it. for now however, all she can do is close her eyes, let her focus shift inward, reaching deep, deep, deep down inside herself, where the darkness coils and writhes, and breathe the words “come to me,” into the empty air, initiating the spell already pre-cast on the wallet, awakening it’s sensibility and force whoever happens to have hold of it straight to her front door.

in the meantime, she decides to put on a pot of tea.