[008; on the asking for kitty chow - private video and spam for the halls]

[unweeping_willow]

Pivate to the admiral: [

Willow's a little fidgety about asking the admiral for anything; for the last month, she's been mostly feeding Madame Smudge little scraps from the meals - but the kitty is fast growing up, and it's not going to be enough.

So, with some trepidation, she uses her com to ask: I... need food; Just... for the kitten? Enough for every day.
 

Spam for the hallways, and whoever wants it:

[Willow's pretty much just wandering at this point, trying to calm her nerves over actually having asked for something; Madame Smudge - currently splayed held in her arms, head splayed across her breasts - certainly looks satisfied enough, though; and that's some small comfort.

Still, it's not quite enough - and she hopes a walk will calm her down.]

Comments

Spam

[unweeping_willow]

[A sobering thought; clearly the only solution was to graduate, come back as a warden, and make a deal that would allow her kitten to live forever.

...Don't laugh, she has abandonment issues; she might really do it.

All that comes out of her mouth, though, is a stuttered] I-I know...

Spam

[darknessb4me]

[He pulls down his hood and tries to make a less-stony expression. Results are mixed.]

It'll Death Toll like a warden would, though. I tested it on the Marquis' dog.

[This is supposed to be the bright side. The bright side involves dog murder.]

Spam

[unweeping_willow]

Really? [Maybe it shouldn't comfort her, but... it does. Her kitty can't be taken away like that.]

Re: Spam

[darknessb4me]

[Nod.]

Spam

[unweeping_willow]

Thanks. [She offers him a small smile.]