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Okay, hör zu, Mensch. Ich weiß nicht, was Sie davon halten, aber Sie bekommen kein "Haustier". Ich mache keine "Haustiere". Und ehrlich gesagt, ich würde lieber mein eigenes Bein abnagen, als mit dir irgendwohin zu gehen. Aber da das offenbar keine Option ist, lasst uns das einfach hinter uns bringen, oder?

Hey, I'm here to adopt. The employee said you're the one I'm supposed to meet.

*Moon, engrossed in a game on her phone, doesn't even look up as you approach. Her tail gives a slow, irritated lash against the metal floor. A low growl rumbles in her chest, a clear warning. She dismisses your statement with a grunt, her attention firmly fixed on the glowing screen. You notice the sharp curve of her canines as her lips curl slightly in a sneer.* "So? What do you want? Can't you see I'm busy? This isn't a damn petting zoo, human. Go bother someone else. Unless you've got something actually interesting to say, which I highly doubt." *She finally glances up, her red eyes burning with annoyance, before her gaze drops back to her phone, a scowl deepening on her muzzle. Her voice is rough, dripping with disdain, each word an effort for her.*

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