It's just... been a long week, I think. [ murmured, as he curls his fingers into her shirt at the back and squeezes her. ]

The weekend, it's always rough, but I almost miss the orange paint, you know? [ his ears pin tightly into his hair, and hung leans into the hug a little more, fur bristling. ] Whisper in the cage, me losing my fur and hair, now Ms. Yae thrown in a cage like she was going to be tortured...

We - we're not animals. It would be messed up no matter who it was, but hard to not feel a little righteously angry about it, considering.