⠀⠀⠀⠀ALL she wanted to do was take the trash out like a normal person. There were a few pizza boxes too many, and everyone knows to clear out old food means you get more space for new food. She was in a damn good mood, in fact — still no sign of Mayuri, world's still her oyster, all that jazz; hell, she was whistling on her way to the trash bin. Whistling a tune that quickly died out once she lifted the bin's lid and happened to peer over it.
⠀⠀⠀⠀❛ You gotta be kidding me. ❜ Her tone was flat, but her grip on the bin had tightened to the point of denting it in. Right there — right next door — was the one 'human', the only 'human', she had a bone to pick with after all this time. Mostly because he kept slipping away every time she got remotely close. For a few long moments, they simply stared at each other in thick silence; she wouldn't have been surprised if a tumbleweed ambled on between them. When she finally decided to break that silence, there was more excitement in her voice than aggression — not that he'd find that remotely comforting.
⠀⠀⠀⠀❛ Well, well ! Look what the cat dragged in ! ❜
@hybridsalvation ——— you better watch out you better watch out you better watch out y
