06-28-2018, 12:38 AM
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Slightly late, the ocelot walked into the meeting with a relaxed stride. She usually didn't like dealing with people, but she understood the only one talking during meetings would be the leader - in this case, Pincher. No dialogue or small-talk needed from her, thankfully enough.
Tail-tips flicking behind her, she nodded along to the announcements, but didn't seem all that interested. The ranking system and promotions hardly caught her attention, as well as the public chiding of Caesar or any of the other news shared. She felt the meeting would have been much easier if Pincher simply explained what the hell happened to him for two days under the sea, but... she supposed she'd let him keep his secrets.
Tail-tips flicking behind her, she nodded along to the announcements, but didn't seem all that interested. The ranking system and promotions hardly caught her attention, as well as the public chiding of Caesar or any of the other news shared. She felt the meeting would have been much easier if Pincher simply explained what the hell happened to him for two days under the sea, but... she supposed she'd let him keep his secrets.
I FEEL SO HUNGRY —
— Dear diary, I don't know what's going on, but something's up / The dog won't stop barking, and I think my TV is bust / Every channel is the same, it's sending me insane / And earlier somebody bit me, what a fucking day / The sky is falling / It's fucking boring / I'm going braindead, isolated / God is a shithead / And we're his rejects / Traumatized for breakfast / I can't stomach any more survival horror / Dear diary, I feel itchy like there's bugs under my skin / The dog's gone rabid (shut the fuck up) / Doing my head in —— WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?