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───⋆⭒˚｡⋆/ᐠ •̀ ˕ •́ マ⋆⭒˚｡⋆───
ƦƛƖƝЄ. Droplets of water poured from the sky hitting the roof with its large strength in numbers. Rain. The clear liquid hitting the glass window only for it to slide off gracefully another one repeating the process. Raindrops reaching the semi tiled flooring of the courtyard, puddles of its companies welcoming its arrival. The sound of water drowned any sort of chaos raging through this gosh forsaken place, this so-called hospital that helps broken minds heal. Bullshit. Though, it wasn't all that bad except the way they treated patients here, would you even call them that? They are considered test subjects more than anything else.
Shifting a little, her slightly large body residing by the window, curled up sideways on the glass desk in this uniquely decorated office she found some slight comfort in, with her curved ears twitching ever so slightly laid the cat of honor. Her eyes closed succumbed to darkness, her mind cleared of any recurring nightmares, paws unconsciously needing the cool air while that fluffy tail flicked to the left, her gentle snores gone unheard by the gray clouds constantly crying.
Then lazily her body stretched from her position a yawn escaping her mouth before curling back up again except she couldn't, there was a disturbance that she knew, but it didn't intimidate her yet her now occupied mind sent her warning signals that couldn't let her sleep in perfect peace allowed those dull eyes of hers to slowly flutter open. Her gaze met a pair of red, pools of ruby red, a color she wouldn't forget, a color she hated more than anything else.
The curly fur she possessed stood on end as her eyes widened, ears arching backwards, her tail flicking restlessly behind her as her paws rested against the cool surface of the glass table snarling at him as his first warning.
She was startled, he knew that yet his cold eyes were unrecognizable to her as his tilted body leaned back straightening his posture, his locs of blue shifted with him, long lashes patting against his porcelain skin as his plump lips parted, voice low and slightly gruff yet somehow held a hint of gentleness, "Your forty eight hour nap is up, Issy.."
She stopped, her ears now perked at the nickname, her body raised with a visible expression of "Who the flick told you you can call me that..?" Her body shivered, her small mouth parted slightly then her face scrunched up distastefully, it sounds wrong when he says it like that...Her eyes watched as he tapped the watch on his wrist, the sleeve of his white coat slipping down in the process before returning his weirdly semi-cold gaze back onto her, monitoring his movement like a predator would do to any rival of their kind she sat there. Watching.
