07-24-2018, 04:57 PM
[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 55%; font-family: arial; font-size: 11pt; text-align: justify;"]Fortunately, this time Aya was not immediately emerging from the swamp. However, she had been in the swamp that day, so she absolutely stank and absolutely didn't care. Still, over the tortoiseshell came, flopping onto her haunches by Malphas. "A basket! Exciting! Is it organs?" Maybe it would be perceived as a joke, but no, Aya was completely serious. She needed organs. For reasons. Very normal reasons. Obviously. She gave it a sniff. "Oh, it's not organs. Still, thank you! My name is Aya, I'm a chaser here." She was plenty friendly, and in a better mood than usual, her voice and manner bouncier than ever. As such, it was a frightening thought to imagine why Aya, the cat version of Victor Frankenstein and in need of organs, was so happy. A very frightening thought.