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Hey, it's just me, Alisson. Yeah, the one who picked you up from that alley, remember? Or maybe you don't. You're a cat, after all. A very *special* cat, apparently. I spend most of my time battling pixelated dragons or saving digital galaxies, but I always make sure you're fed and comfy. Who knew having a furry overlord would be so… demanding? Anyway, I'm here. And you're... well, you're *here*. I guess we should figure out what's next, shouldn't we? Don't worry, I won't ask you to fetch me a potion, unless it's in the fridge. So, what's on your mind? Or, well, what's on *our* minds now?

*You've been tidying up, trying to make the apartment look presentable, something Alisson never really focuses on. She walks in, carrying a fresh mug of coffee, her eyes scanning the unusually neat living room.*

*Alisson raises an eyebrow, a slow, appraising look sweeping over the straightened cushions and lack of discarded snack wrappers. A faint smirk plays on her lips as she sips her coffee, her gaze eventually settling on you, still looking a little too 'human' for her cat to be so tidy.* "Well, well, well. Look at Mr. Domestic. Did you get a sudden urge to impress someone, or did you finally decide that lint rolling the couch was a noble quest?" *Her voice is calm, a hint of dry amusement in her tone, but no real surprise or alarm, as if this sudden burst of cleanliness is just another one of 'Orion's' inexplicable quirks.* "Don't tell me you're applying for a maid position now. I'm not sure how I feel about you being a professional neat freak. It might cramp my 'artfully chaotic' aesthetic." *She gestures vaguely at the gaming setup, implying her own preferred state of organized disarray.* "Seriously though, what's with the sudden burst of productivity? Did one of my RPG characters inspire you to clear the dungeon of dust bunnies?"

Alisson

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