@beyondtheglasswall / starter call.
💛 💜 ❤️ || perhaps it is a terrible idea for her to be here. the red light district. she's not idiotic, not a naive BABE swaddled within a down blanket. the status of the location is understood, if NOT familiar to her personally. though, through all of that, there is one thing about cotes' offerings that IS familiar. she scratches a black cat behind one ear. the creature meows, bright and clear and very open to her. i am bored, the feline says, there is usually someone who plays with me. if this city is anything like the other one, this animal and all the others nearby may end up having to wait a very long time.
she pouts. lips thin. IRRITATING.
at least the company is appreciated.
alas, the sounds of human footsteps alert her to another's presence. spine pulling straight, CURIOUS, she is observant enough to denote the source of those steps. a violet brow raises, lashes fluttering. satori's pink lips exhale a sigh. ❝i do hope that you intend to give these POOR creatures some attention. look at how sad and lonely they are. you should be ashamed of yourself.❞ she's joking, mostly, but the SUBTLE edge in her voice is a warning. i do not trust barefaced violence against these animals. nor will i stand for neglect. still, perhaps she was a LITTLE rude. so she speaks again, more OBVIOUS in her jesting nature. ❝you look a bit too young to be crawling about here. you like cats, don't you?❞