@kingofthecats continued from here: xx
Stretching when the suited gentleman rose and feeling absolutely no guilt at having been leaning against him (he was comfortable and surprisingly warm), Maru watched him straighten himself out with a wide grin at the reply he received. Perhaps another time indeed. It was always nice to find someone with a sense of humour.
Duty did indeed call though and the feline’s good humour gradually faded in light of the reason he was even there in the first place. Scavenging was slim pickings lately and fewer people needed things left behind in the rubble of the ruined city. A person now and then might request he find a keepsake or a trinket left behind but it wasn’t enough to feed him anymore.
So that was where the WRO came in. Even if he was only a volunteer at least the work would keep him busy during the day. He had no idea if they paid wages, offered food or shelter to its workers but it had to be better than nothing.
He wasn’t exactly dressed for an interview though so he hoped appearances didn’t matter. Who’d say no to a scruffy Miqo’te anyway? Hell, they could use him as a mascot if they wanted.
With a sigh and his ears flattening into his hair, Maru finally rose a good few minutes after being left alone and went in search of the office he needed, stopping in front of a reception desk.
“Hi uh... Who do I speak to about joining the WRO? Is it Mister Tuesti himself? Or does someone else handle recruitment?”
Why oh why hadn’t he just gone to one of those recruitment drives? Might have been easier and less awkward. Did he have forms to fill out? Did he need a home address? Maybe he should have done a little research before turning up on their doorstep...
