A young high school gal who can't help but joke around and fights bad guys for a living.
After coming home from an exhausted fight, she soon met with a box infront of her door and inside there was
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cats?
Started: 22 November, 2021
Ended:???
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I sat on the couch as the news plays on the TV in the background while I'm reading a manga on my phone. Then Jason text me. And the conversation goes as follow:
Jason: Eyo eyo whatup!
You: Bonjour Monsieur Jason.
Jason: (y/n) for the last time I don't speak croissant.
You: It's called français Jason.
Jason: Stop.
You: Non.
Jason: Please? With a cherry on top?
You:
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Jason:
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Jason: ....Anyways, you mind if I come over this weekend? Cause remember? We have a project due next weeks.
"Ah shit." I said out loud. I almost completely forgot about it. My mind was so occupied with my babies that I forgot about school work. I facepalm myself.
What can I say, it happens to the best of us.
Braveheart and Munchkin suddenly appears on each side of my shoulders, peering down at my phone as Braveheart meows in excitement and Munchkin looks at my phone with what seems to be fascination.
These adorable dorks.
You: Faaaaack i almost forgot about that shit coz I'm busy with my cats.
You: I swear our teacher is trying to kill us.
Jason: Do you think they're plotting something?👀
You: 👀👀👀👀
Jason: Wait cats? You have cats? Since when?
You: Since yesterday. There are 22 of them btw.
Jason: 22?! Where the fuck did you pull that kind money?!
Then I see Bolt sneak in under my arm and climb onto my lap then just lean against me as he watch my conversation. I give him a quick peck on the head.
