#ooohoh

Zola grinned and wormed herself in behind Cabryn, ignoring the way he got riled up and started to hiss and spit nastiness at her.  Curling her arms around his shoulders, she watched the video game that he was playing and occasionally pointed out the guards that would chase him down if he didn’t stealth himself in the shadows or between a crowd.  Big Mama didn’t like these sorts of games at work because she didn’t want to accidentally rile up the customers who might already be on edge.  

Cabryn was hissing something under his breath as he moved his character closer and closer to the target, baring his teeth when yet another old lady moved in front of him wailing: ‘You don’t understand, I’m poor and sick and I -need- money.’

"So f—"

"Language." Zola murmured, ruffling his hair.

"So -freaking- annoying." Cabryn switched his term as he leaned with his controller to the side, walking around the annoying old woman.

I’m pretty good at my job aren’t I?