[Yep, it was definitely an omen, and it behaved like an impish little cat. What wasn't probably as obvious was that the omen was always doing this as an in-joke at Neopolitan's expense. Back, in the nightmaare, the cops had been smoking cats called the authority and one used to tail the little crook. A lot. So, it was like the cops were still watching her.
She laughed silently at the little crack about bird feeding and gave a small thumbs up. Not a bad idea in Gaze. Then again, she lived in this part of town.]
Oooh, a workaholic with monster fighting urges? Hah, you would get along great with bunches of people I know from home. Me, I do this to destress and keep out of trouble too.
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She laughed silently at the little crack about bird feeding and gave a small thumbs up. Not a bad idea in Gaze. Then again, she lived in this part of town.]
Oooh, a workaholic with monster fighting urges?
Hah, you would get along great with bunches of people I know from home.
Me, I do this to destress and keep out of trouble too.
Name's Neopolitan.