x. @ridiculcd
“Wake up. Both of you are in my way.”
SLEUTHING INSIDE THIS ALLEYWAY WITH THAT OCELOT ON HIS FACE; it seems that he insists on being a nuisance, even now. There are better locations to be comatose in. The disposal where she must confiscate greasy trash is not one of them. However, it won’t obstruct her from feeding the feline a french fry-- the thing is physically nourished, and clearly feral. “Is this yours? Pets do not suit you.” Claw marks scoring his jawline signify earlier disputes, but it’s likely he’s since forgotten about them. Regardless, she’ll impose with a few rose-latticed band-aids of her own. “It seems to have fancied you over time. I hope you’ve refrained from utilizing it as a pillow.”













