Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-24387293-20161129115957/@comment-24387293-20161217034242

"Min! I require dire help-"

Min turned around slightly on her bench, recognising the voice. She raised an eyebrow at Airmid, as if to reprimand them for taking so long.

"Yes it's nice to see you too, Airmid," Min rolled her eyes. The next physician looked flustered, but she couldn't care less.

"I hope this rascal hasn't been bothering you too much, has he, Min?"

She simply pointed at the ground where two pink and yellow macarons lay, crushed and ruined and inedible and the sight of it made Min upset. Then she made eye contact with Airmid, her cold blue eyes digging into their green ones "Be glad I didn't just dump it when it attacked my box," Min gestured to the pastel box of desserts she was holding, which was notably scratched and punctured "I had no obligation to take care of a cat that could've just been a stray," she continued, reaching in the box "Who knows where the little brat could've gone if I didn't pick him up."

Standing up, macaron in one hand and box in the other, she finished with "And to answer your question directly, other than a few scratches (the macarons fared worse), I'm fine thank you and he calmed down after a while."