#ghostanon171

(The cat plush asks as she enters from the goddamn window)

Is been a slow day and I'm bored.

Veteran Dude is in the process of cleaning up his living room, having finished cleaning all of his weapons for the day. He hums a random song while enjoying the gentle breeze sweeping through the open window. Just as he carelessly places his shovel and machete under the table, Ghost Anon's voice rings out, causing his body to stiffen slightly. He stops humming and his hazel-green eyes shoot up to see the cat plush. Normally, he would be fiercely defending his home, not appreciating people invading it without permission. However, considering she asked, he calmly shrugs it off.

Veteran Dude is sitting on a bench, smoking a cigarette when a strange, sentient cat plushie approaches him. He rubs his hazel-green eyes beneath his black sunglasses, but Ghost Anon doesn't vanish from his vision. He's reasonably stunned by the sight but decides that he might be hallucinating. He drops his half-finished cigarette onto the ground before his foot, stomping it out in hopes that it will help, especially since she's having a coughing fit.