HARPER
Harper is in love. Branbast? More like Branpast. This grumpy little ball of fur is his new best friend, and that's that on that. Nate's teasing tone brings up his mop of curly dark hair, and a cheeky grin overtakes him, dimples popping. Sunjata pipes up before he can, inspiring a burst of laughter from the man. "Exactly! You've got the wrong outlook Nate, if this is the result of feeding every stray I think I've found my new job description." Is he already contemplating smuggling her into the Halenani? Perhaps.
Harper is admittedly not the best worker around when it comes to stacking up the bags, but he manages to keep the cat happy in between trips, even as she winds around his ankles meowing in her raspy voice for attention. Harper plucks her up when they've finished, cuddling her and not minding the claws that knead into his skin. "Mind if I take this one as payment instead?" Charming grin on full display. The Halenani is already well-stocked, he won't take a kit when others could use them instead.
Harper is admittedly not the best worker around when it comes to stacking up the bags, but he manages to keep the cat happy in between trips, even as she winds around his ankles meowing in her raspy voice for attention. Harper plucks her up when they've finished, cuddling her and not minding the claws that knead into his skin. "Mind if I take this one as payment instead?" Charming grin on full display. The Halenani is already well-stocked, he won't take a kit when others could use them instead.
