08-04-2018, 02:48 PM
[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 55%; font-family: arial; font-size: 11pt; text-align: justify;"]Aya... was not familiar with big emotions or trauma. Her only experiences in mental illness had been in books, and it never seemed like the ill had happy endings. Still, when she heard crying, the tortoiseshell was just that little bit too empathetic to ignore it.
Slipping out of the shadows and into Malphas' view, the cat's unsheathed claws clicked against the ground, offering an audio announcement of her entrance. "Ah, Mouthy. You." She paused. Aya hadn't thought this far ahead. "Something, uh... Bothering you, sport?" Immediately she tensed up. Sport? What was she, a middle-aged white dad? Well, it was too late to take it back now. "Just a little, uh, dad joke for you." Okay, well, she'd made it a hundred times worse. Just stop talking.
Slipping out of the shadows and into Malphas' view, the cat's unsheathed claws clicked against the ground, offering an audio announcement of her entrance. "Ah, Mouthy. You." She paused. Aya hadn't thought this far ahead. "Something, uh... Bothering you, sport?" Immediately she tensed up. Sport? What was she, a middle-aged white dad? Well, it was too late to take it back now. "Just a little, uh, dad joke for you." Okay, well, she'd made it a hundred times worse. Just stop talking.