Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-24387293-20161129115957

Min looked the macaron-stealing kitty in the eyes. It was attempting to flail out of her grip, but failing quite epically. She raised an eyebrow at it. How dare it. She was enjoying her box of macarons. How dare it.

Spotting a collar, she read the tag "Cicero". Min made a small motion with her fingers and the tag turned over, surrounding by her fairyfloss pink aura.

"Airmid Valerian. This is a rather interesting development, now isnt it Cicero?"

Min put the cat down and pulled out her phone, dialling up her...favourite biologist. She fully intended on lecturing Airmid about making sure that their cat didn't steal her dessert. Macarons were expensive and small. And the cat had disturbed her nice sitting-on-the-park-bench time. 