May 6, 2019
this is my cat, missy. short for missile launcher.
“cayde.”
grasping his shoulders, ikora pulls him close. the drawing is incredibly detailed, yes, and she has to give him credit-- he does know what he’s doing. but every time he does something she admires, he then goes and opens his mouth.
“cayde, i love you. i do. and i will put missy up on the fridge, if that will make you feel better. but sometimes, you drive me absolutely bonkers.”
she takes the drawing, and presses a kiss to his forehead.
“now please go catch colonel. i think she’s running off with your pencil.”
