RAY
In ancient times
cats were worshipped as gods
cats were worshipped as gods
The demi-god's gratitude received a warm smile as Ray put her supplies away. "You're welcome." She listened as Seren recounted her knowledge of the current pests. "Must be something. Or a migration or, who knows. I hate it though." Her tone is frustrated and just plain annoyed.
Ray sent a forlorn look at the street outside and her damaged windows. "There's so much to clean." The idea of turning the mess into something useful has her humming in contemplation. But Seren's brow wiggle has Ray laughing out loud. "Oh, how improper. To use the remains of our foes to create food!" She states dramatically, throwing the back of her hand to her forehead. Breaking out into more chuckles she adds dryly. "Let's fucking do it."
And with that Ray grabs cleaning supplies, handing some to Seren. She also places her bakeware on the counter for later.
Ray sent a forlorn look at the street outside and her damaged windows. "There's so much to clean." The idea of turning the mess into something useful has her humming in contemplation. But Seren's brow wiggle has Ray laughing out loud. "Oh, how improper. To use the remains of our foes to create food!" She states dramatically, throwing the back of her hand to her forehead. Breaking out into more chuckles she adds dryly. "Let's fucking do it."
And with that Ray grabs cleaning supplies, handing some to Seren. She also places her bakeware on the counter for later.
They have not
forgotten this
forgotten this
