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"Been a while, hasn't it, kiddo? Woulda given up tryin' to look for ya if it weren't for my stubborn-ass determination to come find ya."

His grin was unmistakable... He truly had missed Ray, though now it was more out of brotherly concern than anything else. After all this time, the bandaged serial killer seemed to have realized that he'd seen Ray as more of a little sister than he would've expected.

(Hey there, new follower! Gonna be starting this RP off strong with Isaac Foster)

She's taken back at the sight of Zack standing before her, the subtle hint of surprise clear in her eyes. It had been some time since they last had seen one another. And she couldn't deny that she felt something close to happy to see him once more.

The corners of her lips twitch up into a smile. “I'm surprised you even managed to find me.” she states almost sarcastically, though her tone held a subtle lightheartedness. 

That was what got her to roll her eyes. Ray had only joined the ADA recently, and so far, she wasn't too fond of the misfit crew that made up the agency.

Ray stares at him for a moment before shaking her head. “No police.” she says quickly. With her father on the force, they all knew her. And knew she had run away from home for the fifth time this month.

Closing her eyes, she takes a long breath as she tries to think of the best course of action.

“Ciavera.” She murmurs, letting the name roll off her tongue. Then does the same with Vera, getting a feel for both before deciding.

A stray black cat has appeared!

It strides along the sidewalk, tail hiked up high with confidence as it goes. By the time it reaches the little lady, it stops for a moment and peers up in mild interest and curiosity! Its tail curling and swishing as it pondered on the young lady before it with a soft 'mrrp'!

It had no collar to tell of owner ship, but is fur was sleek and glossy as though well taken care of. What a strange stray!

(HOOOOI)

Ray had stopped at a street vendor, looking to treat herself to a meal when she noticed the cat. A soft gasp escapes her, admiring the beautiful little stray. She wanted nothing more than to take it home with her, but it looked too well cared for for her to assume it was truly a stray. 

Maybe somebody lost it? 

“Pspsps. Hi little kitty.” Ray calls out gently, crouching lower in hopes to not come off so intimidating to the smaller creature. She knew cats shouldn’t necessarily have bread, but it was all she had to use to try and entice the cat to come closer.

Ray's taken back by the other's advice. "Why?" is all she can ask.

Ray's brows furrow when he doesn't acknowledge her, finding the behavior odd. She was expecting some snap back in response, instead receiving silence. “Hey, Zack?” She calls out again, in hopes of cutting into the fog in his brain.