/maybe…

“GIGIIIIIIII!”

Cue another massive explosion coming from Bamnietta’s direction. “GIVE! ME! BACK! MY! CAT!”

“Keratin. Duh.”

“Dumbass.” She would pick up the cat, petting it. “How can a cat hurt you? Don’t you guys have harro or whatever it’s called?”

“THE FUCK!?”

Bambietta would pull out a treat, waving it to the cat.

She would stare at him. “. . .” “Yeah?”

“GRAGHGRRGHHHHHHHH!” “GIMMI! GIGI!”

FLYING THROUGH BUILDINGS NOW “ASKINNNNNNNNNN!”

“I’M GOING TO EAT YOU!”

“GIMMI GIGI BACKKKKKKKK!”

Cue multiple bits of reshi to fly past the others head. “GIVE ME BACK MY GIGI!”

“Askin…” “I CAN SEE YOU!” Flying faster now!

“Alright!” She would pat the other on the head, smiling. “See ya later, ok? Keep my kitty safe, and you’ll be good!”

“DIEEEEEEEE!!!!”

“You sure?” The explode would stare at her, looking confused.

“GIMMI MY CATTRRR!”

Cue the explode flying right at the other. “ASKINNNNNNNNNNNN!”

“Uh huhhhhgh, sure.”

. . ? 💭: “The hell is up with her expression?” “You good, dude?”

“Sprinkle salt on your door and windows. She won’t be able to get in.”

“Well, I think you deserve it more than me, silly.”

“Would you have?” Tilting her head. “I know you wouldn’t have dodged.”

“Oh, that’s normal. I thought she’d start talking about not wanting zombies.”

“What happened now…”

? “What’s up Gremmy?”

“…wanna keep one?”

“Then shut up about it.” She would toss a cat into his face. “Here. Pet Meni.”

/chat. I may want to make a new account on twit.

“‘Bout a few months now.”

“Yep. Wayyyy too hard.” “And I was so close to gettin’ the answer I wanted…”

“She was given to me by someone. Either that or I found her.”

“Nah, I named the pink one Meni, the black one Gigi, and the green one Candi.”

“Fineeee.” “Big meanie.”

/MUH DAMN HEAD

“Gah.” “It’s too damn loud. Can’t people shut up?”

“C’monnnnn, talk to meeeee.”

“Yeah, of course! And before you ask, yes, they /are/ who you think they are.”

/replies in a few hours!!!!

“Sue me.” She then sits down. “I’m just curious.”

Bambietta would then open up her coat, 3 different colored cats laying in pockets inside of Bambietta’s coat. One was black, one was green, and the last one was pink. “They’re all real friendly.”

“Leggo. And it’s cuz I wanna know stuff.”

“Hm?” “I’ve got a few cats. You can pet ‘em if you want.” She would glance down at the other, rubbing their head.

“You got brain damage or something?” Poke poke poke.

“. . .” Slowly leaning in, staring. “You lyin’?”

“What’s yer favorite though?” “I prefer cats over dogs.”

/maystsg

“Her past and stuff.” “What was she like when y’all were nobles and stuff?”