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TW: Murder, fruit, Millie's that bitch, Aimiesis for once, Aimie's a furry, she's also a saviour somehow, cat + dog = genesis crying and aimie being hungry :/

"Meow."

"Morning, Aimie. Maybe you are a furry after all."

"Meow."

"Coffee?"

"Meow."

"I'll take that as a 'no, I want apple juice.'"

"Meow."

"Okay, Human, please, Aimie."

"Meow."

"I'll tell everyone that you're a furry."

"Meow."

"I will murder your jar of peanut butter if you don't- dear god."

Genesis sat up, picking up the fluffy white kitten, which was curled up on top of her, meow-ing rather cheerfully.


"AIMIE THERE'S A FUCKING CAT ON THE BED!" Genesis screamed. Aimie ran in.

"Oh, I'm sorry. That's Natalie's. We were looking for him. Come on Chesterfield the Third," she cooed, scooping him up in her hand and running back out to give him to Nat.

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"Why the fuck was Nat here at 7 am?"

"Looking for Chesterfield Brown Grand Scottish Sailor Third In His Generation."

"Is that his name?"

"Yes."

"Who named him?"

"Millie and Wolfie collectively."

"He isn't even brown?"

"Don't be racist."

"Am I the one to rave about white superiority? Look at me."

"I am."

"Were you born blonde?"

"Illegally."

"It's too early for musical puns."

"Mamma Mia! It's only SiX o'clock. Time to get ready for my job working 9 to 5!"

"Your job isn't even close to that time range."

"I need to run to Pret A Manger to carry on my Salad Days. Thank god I don't have to pay any Rent. Bring It On, day!"

"You could've done better."

"I might dye my hair to become Legally Blonde. Maybe then I'll be a Pretty Woman. All the men will be Frozen in the streets, especially the Newsies."

"Aim-"

"They're all going to Come From Away to see me, and I'll have to tell them to Be More Chill-"

"Aimie plea-"

"Or they'll crawl out of the Soho Cinders-"

"Aims I-"

"Jesus Christ Superstar! I'm going to be harassed by people all the way in Oklahoma!"

"That... wasn't... even... fu-"

"There's a group of Heathers who won't stop talking about their West Side Story In The Heights-"

"No, Aim-"

"Oh well! Anything Goes! Those Little Women are as Clueless as potato Smash!"

"Aimie what the fuck."

"Alright, Genesis. I've got to embark on my journey to the Wicked streets of Urinetown. I Love You, You're Perfect, Now Change."

"We don't-"

"Have they collected the bins yet? It would be a miracle on 42nd Street if they have! Do you have any Hairspray? I haven't looked like a Bat Out of Hell since I was 13-"

"That's not even- what-"

"Mamma Mia: Here We Go Again! Avenue Q is full of lost Cases who want Fame."

"It's 'lost causes', and what has that got to do with any-"

"Hopefully The Producers will find me a Funny Girl in my next audition."

"You perform to castin-"

"I'm Head Over Heels in love with the Little Shop of Horrors! The one on Carnaby Street."

"The shoe shop for E-girls?"

"Those Gold Diggers must have their heads whirling around in La La Land. Singing in the Rain like Cats."

"Cats hate water."

"Geni! Watch the Chorus Line, with all that Dirty Dancing! They're Playing Our Song!"

"We're in-"

"Is the Phantom of the Opera stuck in Hadestown?"

"No!"

"The Last Five Years have been a pain in the South Pacific, with Spamalot and his Three Musketeers, and their Runaway Girl who took a Jagged Little Pill. They Ain't Proud of The Prom they went to. All the ladies stood Side By Side. I mean Some Like It Hot but not everyone enjoys a Wild Party. Those Jersey Boys in their Big Kinky Boots looked like they were out of High School Musical the Musical the Movie-"

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