with. – @kittym where. – kitty’s home. when. – march 23, early afternoon.
Nana has always maintained that whilst the care she puts into ensuring the safety of those around her, that there is no nurturing sentiment that is to be linked to such actions. So when she finds herself considering, for only a moment-- the addition of Kitty’s favorite drink as well as her own, she shakes the thought immediately. There’s no reason for a house call to be aligned with that of soft conversation, not in a time like this. So Nana finishes her drink quickly and takes her bike to Kitty’s residence.
The camera had been knocked out of service prior to Leon’s disappearance, and while it could’ve been an accident on behalf of an animal, or even Kitty herself, there’s no room for gaps in security. Not when whoever had taken Leon was still at large.
Day old rain water presses beneath Nana’s boots as she makes her way up the small walkway to Kitty’s apartment. The door is open, and before her stands the woman she’s there to assist. Though it’s overcast, Nana wears sunglasses to cast aside questions about the bruises that form beneath her eyes-- courtesy of a broken nose and the plunge of Marcus’s fist.
“I believe it’s the one on the side,” Nana says, directing her attention to the small walkway that leads towards an exit gate towards a back alleyway. “But I believe the connection is also disrupted from inside.” Nana shifts her tool bag from one shoulder to the other.
