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Maybe he’d missed it. Maybe it was something in the air, making him this vulnerable. 

He hisses, lightly flicking the cat between its little brows.

“Hey, none of that. Don’t start that shit.”

She glances at her phone. It wanted her to come in? Well… she could always take the elevator back down. Gwyndolin tucks the phone away and gathers her concentration a moment, trying to recall how the apartments were laid out before a halo of light envelops her and she reappears in the bedroom behind Stray. The sector oo5 apartments were so much cleaner than her own had been, but still came nowhere close to living in an actual house. 

The plant-cat looks… different, its formerly floral face now fleshy, uncannily human. Was this its next stage of growth? She reaches for the pot, one snake moving behind her to close the door. Didn’t need anybody attacking her for intruding. “…good to see you again. You know, the offer to live with me still stands.”

This fucking cat….he’s annoyed by the cheap shot, literally and figuratively, but…

Slim fingers reach down to scratch behind what he’d call an ear.

“Been awhile, puss.”

Busto managed to look up in time, and he quickly darted out of the way once he saw the flowerpot plummeting down. It fell on the sidewalk with a crash, shattering into a mess of dirt and terra cotta. See, this was why he wore his helmet everywhere; it made for good protection. He glanced up at the building he walked under, trying to see where the flowerpot had come from.

Alas, there was no trace of the perpetrator above, only a mess on the ground. Stray Cat pushed a fragment of its shattered pot off of itself with a leaf, trembling against its will. Its sense of pain wasn’t the same ever since it died, but it was torn and flattened and wanted to scream. The instincts it had honed for years told it to stay silent, to not draw more attention to itself, but... 

At first Badou has no idea what didn’t hit him– a stray fart? A gust of wind? As he whirls around, trying to locate where it originated, he spots a familiar shade of pink.

“HEY!!!”

Gwyndolin pauses as she hears something caterwauling from on high, a few of the snakes peering upwards to make sure nothing is about to leap onto her. She knew that sound, that was the plant-cat… It had vanished a while back, presumably going the way of many other subjects. “Tama?” she calls, not really knowing what she expected she’d be doing… She wasn’t going to ask it to jump so she could catch it. Maybe she could teleport up there? Bring it back to Evie’s place? If it wanted to accompany her, that is.

It lit up at the acknowledgement of it’s name. It was really her, the... the reliable worms person. It wasn’t one for human names, but the rest of this one was unmistakable. It made a cuter, more warbling meow in acknowledgement.

Stray Cat glanced around the apartment to see if there was anything that could help it, ans saw the door ajar. Terrible for any people who might be rooming here, but great for it. The plant dug the phone out of its pot and scrambled to tell her of this.

[txt] adaaaaaaaaaaaaaa,,

Hm, that wasn’t quite perfect. It struggled for a minute or so to craft a better one.

BAM.

Stray Cat chittered at it watched birds from its window in the i-5. Should it shoot..? It didn’t want to waste any shots, and it would be hard to fetch any prey...

To: All Contacts From: Tama “Stray Cat” Nijimura

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