@bulletcoutures / starter call.
💛 💜 ❤️ || though greatly accustomed to human civilization by now, old habits die remarkably hard or resurface on occasion. satori doesn't often retreat into the lifestyle of HERMITUDE for long, but when she does, it often takes great energy to slip out of those habits. she's following the stray cat with the same sort of NONCHALANCE one would exercise in buying a carton of eggs or a bottle of milk; all despite nimble movements and slipping through alleyways. she's not near as out of breath as expected when she reaches her destination. sleepy eyes offer a knowing look as the feline flicks his tail and slips through a hole in the wall. ❝mm, i see you already have a FRIEND.❞ she was warned ahead of time that she may not be alone, strands of pink hair brushed away from her blank expression. the stranger stands tall, towering over the dingy contents of the alleyway. ❝i didn't expect someone so REGAL in her bearing to pay them any mind.❞