/maybe…
/maybe…
“GIGIIIIIIII!”
Cue another massive explosion coming from Bamnietta’s direction.
“GIVE! ME! BACK! MY! CAT!”
“Keratin. Duh.”
“Dumbass.”
She would pick up the cat, petting it.
“How can a cat hurt you? Don’t you guys have harro or whatever it’s called?”
“THE FUCK!?”
Bambietta would pull out a treat, waving it to the cat.
She would stare at him.
“. . .”
“Yeah?”
“GRAGHGRRGHHHHHHHH!”
“GIMMI! GIGI!”
FLYING THROUGH BUILDINGS NOW
“ASKINNNNNNNNNN!”
“I’M GOING TO EAT YOU!”
“GIMMI GIGI BACKKKKKKKK!”
Cue multiple bits of reshi to fly past the others head.
“GIVE ME BACK MY GIGI!”
“Askin…”
“I CAN SEE YOU!”
Flying faster now!
“Alright!”
She would pat the other on the head, smiling.
“See ya later, ok? Keep my kitty safe, and you’ll be good!”
“DIEEEEEEEE!!!!”
“You sure?”
The explode would stare at her, looking confused.
“GIMMI MY CATTRRR!”
Cue the explode flying right at the other.
“ASKINNNNNNNNNNNN!”
“Uh huhhhhgh, sure.”
. . ?
💭: “The hell is up with her expression?”
“You good, dude?”
“Sprinkle salt on your door and windows. She won’t be able to get in.”
“Well, I think you deserve it more than me, silly.”
“Would you have?”
Tilting her head.
“I know you wouldn’t have dodged.”
“Oh, that’s normal. I thought she’d start talking about not wanting zombies.”
“What happened now…”
?
“What’s up Gremmy?”
“…wanna keep one?”
“Then shut up about it.”
She would toss a cat into his face.
“Here. Pet Meni.”
“Who even are you again?”